SIR, we approve your curling lip and nose
At this vile sight.
These men, these women are 'brute beasts'? - Who knows,
Sir, but that you are right?
Panders and harlots, rogues and thieves and worse,
We are a crew
Whose pitiful plunder's honoured in the purse
Of gentlemen (like you),
Whom holy Competition's taught (like us)
'What's thine is mine!' -
How we must love you who have made us thus,
You may perhaps divine!
A Street Fight
Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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