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Kenneth Slessor - GulliverKenneth Slessor - Gulliver
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I`LL kick your walls to bits, I`ll die scratching a tunnel, If you`ll give me a wall, if you`ll give me a simple stone, If you`ll do me the honour of a dungeon— Anything but this tyranny of sinews. Lashed with a hundred ropes of nerve and bone I lie, poor helpless Gulliver, In a twopenny dock for the want of a penny, Tied up with stuff too cheap, and strings too many. One chain is usually sufficient for a cur. Hair over hair, I pick my cables loose, But still the ridiculous manacles confine me. I snap them, swollen with sobbing. What`s the use? One hair I break, ten thousand hairs entwine me. Love, hunger, drunkenness, neuralgia, debt, Cold weather, hot weather, sleep and age— If I could only unloose their spongy fingers, I`d have a chance yet, slip through the cage. But who ever heard of a cage of hairs? You can`t scrape tunnels in a net. If you`d give me a chain, if you`d give me honest iron, If you`d graciously give me a turnkey, I could break my teeth on a chain, I could bite through metal, But what can you do with hairs? For God`s sake, call the hangman.
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