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C J Dennis - The Castaway
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I met a lonely Labor man,
   Forlorn and pessimistic:
Who`d not yet fallen `neath the ban
   Of leagues antagonistic.
With an expression greatly peeved,
   His listless eye beheld me.
"Comrade," said I.  "Why are you grieved?"
A most prodigious sigh he heaved,
   And said: "They`ve not expelled me!"


Said he, "Why should I be passed by
   And left alone to suffer.
Ignored, unless it be that I
   Am counted as a duffer?
That they should, with especial pains,
   Exclude me from expulsion,
When Labor`s blowing out its brains,
And worthier men cast off the chains,
   I view with marked revulsion.


"Amongst the legion of the left,
   Shorn of the last, lorn vestige
Of fame, of all my pals bereft,
   What hope have I of prestige?
I watch them going one by one,
The men who Labor`s work have done,
While I`m left out of all the fun!
   Why am I so ill-fated?"


"Cheer up!" said I.  "For some day hence,
   If you work diligently,
You may speak words of common sense,
   designed or accident`ly.
Then out you`ll go unpon your neck,
   Unkless I`m much mistaken.
Else, you`ll remain, at ill-luck`s beck,
A sailor clinging to a wreck,
   By all the crew forsaken."
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