The Craven
Suddenly I heard a rapping,
Rapping
at my office door,
And
a curious sound a-slopping--
Quoth a cleaner I'd seen before:
“May
I mop your office floor?”
But
it wasn’t only mopping,
Mopping
in the hallway floor:
What
I’d heard was mapping, mapping,
Searching
for the Patent d’Or:
Fervent,
furtive secrets sure!
This
lab, that lab, all a-mapping,
Mapping
behind tight-shut doors;
Funds
from other projects sapping,
Fiscal
grabbing, resource hoards,
Ever
angling yet for more!
Through
the keyhole, deftly peering
Peering
at what labs aren’t for:
Scientists,
their red eyes tearing,
Working
endless hours more:
To
claim now what’s not yet clear.
So
they needn’t be a-fearing
Fearing
loss of patents’ lure,
Belaboring
the staff so bleary,
Quoth
the craven: “I want more!"
But lo! Is this what schools are for?
(Acknowledgment, of course, to Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven)
But lo! Is this what schools are for?
(Acknowledgment, of course, to Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven)
1 comment:
It's macabre to say so but I love this.
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