Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/Sorehead Sonnet Fifteen
Sorehead Sonnet Fifteen
It's me to join the Pikers' Promenade,
An' play the biggest anvil in the band,
So that should put you next to where I stand.
I am a rummy of the highest grade;
Just pipe the pattern the inventor made
The best he could. He turned me out by hand,
But since he found we wasn't in demand,
He ain't worked near so careful at his trade.
Say, bo, if you had drawed the cards I've drew,
An' stacked against my phoney kind of luck;
No matter if the union saw you through
Or turn you down, I bet that you'd have struck—
I bet if you wuz me an' I wuz you,
Then you would do the same as me, an' duck.