Ye parasites that to the rich men stick,
As to the fattest sheep the thrifty tick —
Ed'ard to Stanford and to Crocker Ben
( To Ben and Ed'ard many meaner men,
And lice to these ) — who do the kind of work
That thieves would have the honesty to shirk —
Whose wages are that your employers own
The fat that reeks upon your every bone
And deigns to ask ( the flattery how sweet! )
About its health and how it stands the heat,—
Hail and farewell! I meant to write about you,
But, no, my page is cleaner far without you.