Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/Sorehead Sonnet One
Sorehead Sonnet One
Don't talk to me of bein' down an' out,
Ner tell how high you've been up in the air.
Ferget it! This is kidding on the square—
You've never been no further up the sprout,
Ner deeper down ner any further out,
But what there's further still—an' I've been there.
Perhaps you think you're pretty full of care.
Well, mine's the kind of case you read about.
If it was raining luck all over town,
I'll bet, that day, I would be sick in bed,
Er else I'd oversleep an' it would be
All cleared away before I'd happen roun',
Er, failing both, when I would show my head,
You bet your life 'twould rain a brick on me.