To A Contemporary Bunkshooter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFGH IEJK LMENOEPF CQRS TUEVWFCX YWPZE A2EOGZREB2C2XED2 KE2F2DG2PH2ED2XI2GSJ 2ETEK2E WEXWL2 J2M2 K2ETN2O2K2| You come along tearing your shirt yelling about Jesus | A |
| Where do you get that stuff | B |
| What do you know about Jesus | A |
| Jesus had a way of talking soft and outside of a few | C |
| bankers and higher ups among the con men of Jerusalem | D |
| everybody liked to have this Jesus around because | E |
| he never made any fake passes and everything | F |
| he said went and he helped the sick and gave the | G |
| people hope | H |
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| You come along squirting words at us shaking your fist | I |
| and calling us all damn fools so fierce the froth slobbers | E |
| over your lips always blabbing we're all | J |
| going to hell straight off and you know all about it | K |
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| I've read Jesus' words I know what he said You don't | L |
| throw any scare into me I've got your number I | M |
| know how much you know about Jesus | E |
| He never came near clean people or dirty people but | N |
| they felt cleaner because he came along It was your | O |
| crowd of bankers and business men and lawyers | E |
| hired the sluggers and murderers who put Jesus out | P |
| of the running | F |
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| I say the same bunch backing you nailed the nails into | C |
| the hands of this Jesus of Nazareth He had lined | Q |
| up against him the same crooks and strong arm men | R |
| now lined up with you paying your way | S |
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| This Jesus was good to look at smelled good listened | T |
| good He threw out something fresh and beautiful | U |
| from the skin of his body and the touch of his hands | E |
| wherever he passed along | V |
| You slimy bunkshooter you put a smut on every human | W |
| blossom in reach of your rotten breath belching | F |
| about hell fire and hiccupping about this Man who | C |
| lived a clean life in Galilee | X |
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| When are you going to quit making the carpenters build | Y |
| emergency hospitals for women and girls driven | W |
| crazy with wrecked nerves from your gibberish about | P |
| Jesus I put it to you again Where do you get that | Z |
| stuff what do you know about Jesus | E |
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| Go ahead and bust all the chairs you want to Smash | A2 |
| a whole wagon load of furniture at every performance | E |
| Turn sixty somersaults and stand on your | O |
| nutty head If it wasn't for the way you scare the | G |
| women and kids I'd feel sorry for you and pass the hat | Z |
| I like to watch a good four flusher work but not when | R |
| he starts people puking and calling for the doctors | E |
| I like a man that's got nerve and can pull off a great | B2 |
| original performance but you you're only a bug | C2 |
| house peddler of second hand gospel you're only | X |
| shoving out a phoney imitation of the goods this | E |
| Jesus wanted free as air and sunlight | D2 |
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| You tell people living in shanties Jesus is going to fix it | K |
| up all right with them by giving them mansions in | E2 |
| the skies after they're dead and the worms have | F2 |
| eaten 'em | D |
| You tell a week department store girls all they need | G2 |
| is Jesus you take a steel trust wop dead without | P |
| having lived gray and shrunken at forty years of | H2 |
| age and you tell him to look at Jesus on the cross | E |
| and he'll be all right | D2 |
| You tell poor people they don't need any more money | X |
| on pay day and even if it's fierce to be out of a job | I2 |
| Jesus'll fix that up all right all right all they gotta | G |
| do is take Jesus the way you say | S |
| I'm telling you Jesus wouldn't stand for the stuff you're | J2 |
| handing out Jesus played it different The bankers | E |
| and lawyers of Jerusalem got their sluggers and | T |
| murderers to go after Jesus just because Jesus | E |
| wouldn't play their game He didn't sit in with | K2 |
| the big thieves | E |
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| I don't want a lot of gab from a bunkshooter in my religion | W |
| I won't take my religion from any man who never works | E |
| except with his mouth and never cherishes any memory | X |
| except the face of the woman on the American | W |
| silver dollar | L2 |
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| I ask you to come through and show me where you're | J2 |
| pouring out the blood of your life | M2 |
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| I've been to this suburb of Jerusalem they call Golgotha | K2 |
| where they nailed Him and I know if the story is | E |
| straight it was real blood ran from His hands and | T |
| the nail holes and it was real blood spurted in red | N2 |
| drops where the spear of the Roman soldier rammed | O2 |
| in between the ribs of this Jesus of Nazareth | K2 |
Carl Sandburg
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