The Clerk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGFGHIHI JKJKHIHI LMLMNINI O PIHHHH QNQN RHR HHHHIIII HIHKMHRH ISI IIIIThe unsoiled hand the sleek black coat | A |
The senile ledger haunted hours | B |
The knowledge that my freeman's vote | A |
Is humbly cast to please 'the powers ' | C |
A futile spite against the mass | D |
A small weak hate of Labor's side | E |
These privileges of Our Class | D |
I cherish with a puny pride | E |
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The sycophancy of the snob | F |
The day long cringe the life long fear | G |
That I may lose a steady job | F |
That 'job genteel' I hold so dear | G |
These be the splendid attributes | H |
Of one who yearns to emulate | I |
His master and all work soiled brutes | H |
Regards with mean reflected hate | I |
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Not mine the arrogance of wealth | J |
No pride in honest labor mine | K |
But while I still hold life and health | J |
My pet ambition is to shine | K |
A small pale star that faintly glows | H |
In Fat's impressive firmament | I |
The while I earn mere food and clothes | H |
And help the boss to cent per cent | I |
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Ambition E'en my timid soul | L |
Dreams of a day when I shall rule | M |
When I may heckle and control | L |
The trembling slaves of desk and stool | M |
When I shall be of Fat myself | N |
Who now but dangles at his skirt | I |
A magnate Armed with pow'r and pelf | N |
Meet recompense for eating dirt | I |
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I mark the lowly toiler rage | O |
'Resist ' he cries 'Resist Unite ' | - |
The while I sue for patronage | P |
A deferential parasite | I |
Then to my aid comes Pride of Class | H |
I take my stand beside the Boss | H |
I earn his praise Although alas | H |
His gain mayhap will be my loss | H |
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For who would risk a master's ire | Q |
That deity who rules my life | N |
That god who may in vengeance dire | Q |
Snatch happiness from 'child' and wife | N |
'Rights ' shout the horny handed 'Rights ' | - |
The dolts defy the pow'rs that be | R |
While I watch through the restless nights | H |
And tremble for my salary | R |
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Oh what rash madness moves these clods | H |
E'en my own fellow serfs alas | H |
Speak treason 'gainst the money gods | H |
And turn black traitors to Our Class | H |
Our Class That genteel cultured band | I |
Well dressed respectable elite | I |
The servile mind the soft white hand | I |
Patrician class of Collins street | I |
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Cohorts of Collins street arise | H |
O legions wake in Finders land | I |
Let each pale hero rcognise | H |
His class and fight with might and mian | K |
Fight for the master sturdily | M |
What though his profit be our loss | H |
And let our watchword ever be | R |
Or Class OUR BILLET and OUR BOSS | H |
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The sleek black coat the unsoiled hand | I |
The proud assertion of the worm | S |
Behold the Class Oh noble band | I |
Mild desk worn yoemen of 'The Firm ' | - |
With swagger of the over dressed | I |
With meekness of the underpaid | I |
They flout the plaint of the oppressed | I |
And stare at Liberty afraid | I |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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