The Chant of Jimmie Blacksmith

In the mind of a true snob there are certain limited criteria to denote the value of human existence. Jimmie's criteria were: home, hearth, wife, land. Those who possessed these had beatitude unchallengable. Other men had accidental, random life. Nothing better.

Coitus is random, children are definite.

The truest crime remaining to him to commit was the waste of love. It should be bequeathed, as land is.

She yawns for men and not with her mouth. She weeps for men and not with her eyes. She drinks men down, she is a cave for me.

She yawns for men and not with her mouth. She weeps for men and not with her eyes. She drinks men down, she is a cave for men.

Lower ways of life give way to higher.