The Clerk Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FGFGHIHI JKJKHIHI LMLMNINI O PIHHHH QNQN RHR HHHHIIII HIHKMHRH ISI IIII

The unsoiled hand the sleek black coatA
The senile ledger haunted hoursB
The knowledge that my freeman's voteA
Is humbly cast to please 'the powers 'C
A futile spite against the massD
A small weak hate of Labor's sideE
These privileges of Our ClassD
I cherish with a puny prideE
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The sycophancy of the snobF
The day long cringe the life long fearG
That I may lose a steady jobF
That 'job genteel' I hold so dearG
These be the splendid attributesH
Of one who yearns to emulateI
His master and all work soiled brutesH
Regards with mean reflected hateI
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Not mine the arrogance of wealthJ
No pride in honest labor mineK
But while I still hold life and healthJ
My pet ambition is to shineK
A small pale star that faintly glowsH
In Fat's impressive firmamentI
The while I earn mere food and clothesH
And help the boss to cent per centI
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Ambition E'en my timid soulL
Dreams of a day when I shall ruleM
When I may heckle and controlL
The trembling slaves of desk and stoolM
When I shall be of Fat myselfN
Who now but dangles at his skirtI
A magnate Armed with pow'r and pelfN
Meet recompense for eating dirtI
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I mark the lowly toiler rageO
'Resist ' he cries 'Resist Unite '-
The while I sue for patronageP
A deferential parasiteI
Then to my aid comes Pride of ClassH
I take my stand beside the BossH
I earn his praise Although alasH
His gain mayhap will be my lossH
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For who would risk a master's ireQ
That deity who rules my lifeN
That god who may in vengeance direQ
Snatch happiness from 'child' and wifeN
'Rights ' shout the horny handed 'Rights '-
The dolts defy the pow'rs that beR
While I watch through the restless nightsH
And tremble for my salaryR
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Oh what rash madness moves these clodsH
E'en my own fellow serfs alasH
Speak treason 'gainst the money godsH
And turn black traitors to Our ClassH
Our Class That genteel cultured bandI
Well dressed respectable eliteI
The servile mind the soft white handI
Patrician class of Collins streetI
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Cohorts of Collins street ariseH
O legions wake in Finders landI
Let each pale hero rcogniseH
His class and fight with might and mianK
Fight for the master sturdilyM
What though his profit be our lossH
And let our watchword ever beR
Or Class OUR BILLET and OUR BOSSH
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The sleek black coat the unsoiled handI
The proud assertion of the wormS
Behold the Class Oh noble bandI
Mild desk worn yoemen of 'The Firm '-
With swagger of the over dressedI
With meekness of the underpaidI
They flout the plaint of the oppressedI
And stare at Liberty afraidI

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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