Let some new lying ass, <br />Who knows not what is or was, <br />Talk economics, <br />Pay for his witless noise, <br />Get the kid nice new toys, <br />Call him 'professor'. <br /> <br />Lies from the specialist <br />Give t'old ones a newer twist <br />Harder to untie. <br />Here comes the hired gang <br />Blood on each tired fang <br />Covered with lip-stick. <br /> <br />'Oh, what a charming man,' <br />That's how the press blurb ran, <br />'Professor K s is.' <br />Now they can't fire him. <br />NO! they won't hire him. <br />Still Dr. S 's <br />Not tied to the ring around, <br />Not quite snowed under. <br /> <br />Being a physicist <br />They can't quite bribe him: <br />Oh, what a noise they made <br />Those parliamentarians. <br /> <br />Oh what a fuss they made <br />Stirring the marmalade <br />These parliamentarians <br />Never an honest word <br />In their dim halls was heard <br />For more than a decade.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alf-s-sixth-bit/
