That is no country for SMART men. The DUMB
In one another’s arms, T-BAGS in the trees
– Those DUMB generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the RED HERRING-crowded seas,
CONSERVATIVE, PIOUS, AND FOOL, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, ABORTED and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of CRUMBLING intellect.
A SMART man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered IDEOLOGY upon a BRUISED LIP, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter IDEOLOGY in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own INSIGNIFICANCE;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of PALOOKAVILLE.
O TELEVANGELIST sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in RON PAUL’S gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing- SLAVE masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the ORIFICE of eternity THAT SHALL BE PROBED.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But OF MONSANTO goldsmiths make
Of HARVEST KERNELS and ROUND-UP enamelling
To keep a drowsy OBUMMER awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of PALOOKAVILLE
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
A SMART MAN= Liberals
TWEAKED FROM YEATS