O arrogant, ignorant, common foo’l
Who would rid me with poisons cruel,
By what right does sightest thou?
Know, ‘Adams son’, who claims the mud,
Whose laws and writs attest the crud –
‘Tis natures land you plough!
And here I dig beneath the earth
My Citadel, for what it’s worth
To please her watchful eye,
While you! O Lorded, simple fool,
Of my demise, you dream and drool,
Her pleasures to deny,
What makes you, ‘Adams son’, so cruel?
O arrogant, ignorant, common foo’l.

john thomas

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