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Where are the cabalists the insidious committees	A
The panders who betray the idiot cities	A
For miles and miles toward the prairie sprawled	B
Ignorant soul less rich	C
Smothered in fumes of pitch	C
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Rooms of mahogany in tall sky scrapers	D
See the unfolding and the folding up	E
Of ring clipped papers	D
And letters which keep drugged the public cup	E
The walls hear whispers and the semi tones	F
Of voices in the corner over telephones	F
Muffled by Persian padding gemmed with brass spittoons	F
Butts of cigars are on the glass topped table	G
And through the smoke gracing the furtive Babel	G
The bishop's picture blesses the picaroons	F
Who start or stop the life of millions moving	H
Unconscious of obedience the plastic	I
Yielders to satanic and dynastic	I
Hands of reproaching and approving	H
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Here come knights armed	J
But with their arms concealed	K
And rubber heeled	K
Here priests and wavering want are charmed	J
And shadows fall here like the shark's	F
In messages received or sent	L
Signals are flying from the battlement	M
And every president	L
Of rail gas coal and oil the parks	F
The receipt of custom knows without a look	N
Their meaning as the code is in no book	N
The treasonous cracksmen of the city's wealth	O
Watch for the flags of stealth	O
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Acres of coal lie fenced along the tracks	F
Tracks ribbon the streets and beneath the streets	F
Wires for voices fire thwart the plebiscites	F
And choke the counsels and symposiacs	F
Of dreamers who have pity for the backs	F
That bear and bleed	P
All things are theirs tracks wires streets and coal	Q
The church's creed	P
The city's soul	Q
The city's sea girt loveliness	F
The merciless and meretricious press	F
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Far up in a watch tower where the news is printed	R
Gray faces and bright eyes weary and cynical	G
Discuss fresh wonders of the old cabal	S
But nothing of its work in type is hinted	R
Taxes are high The mentors of the town	T
Must keep their taxes down	T
On buildings presses stocks	F
In gas oil coal and docks	F
The mahogany rooms conceal a spider man	U
Who holds the taxing bodies through the church	V
And knights with arms concealed The mentors search	V
The spider man the master publican	U
And for his friendship silence keep	W
Letting him herd the populace like sheep	W
For self and for the insatiable desires	F
Of coal and tracks and wires	F
Pick judges legislators	F
And tax gatherers	F
Or name his favorites whom they name	X
The slick and sinistral	S
Servitors of the cabal	S
For praise which seems the equivalent of fame	X
Giving to the delicate handed crackers	F
Of priceless safes the spiritual slackers	F
The flash and thunder of front pages	F
And the gulled millions stare and fling their wages	F
Where they are bidden helpless and emasculate	Y
And the unilluminate	Y
Whose brows are brass	F
Who weep on every Sabbath day	Y
For Jesus riding on an ass	F
Scarce know the ass is they	Y
Now ridden by his effigy	Z
The publican with Jesus' painted mask	A2
Along a way where fumes of odorless gas	F
First spur then fell them from the task	A2
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Through the parade runs swift the psychic cackle	S
Like thorns beneath a boiling pot that crackle	S
And the angels say to Yahveh looking down	U
From the alabaster railing on the town	U
O cackle cackle cackle crack and crack	B2
We wish we had our little Sodom back	B2

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