﻿HAIRY APE 
(Air: It’s Too Terrible) 
 
Scarcely dare— I meet with gentlemen 
Naked I — a (mental) Saracen— 
All my clothes —are in a master-hock 
All my grain— in some poor farmers’ shock. 
 
Do I speak— my words cannot endure! 
Do I act — my deeds are only poor! 
Should I pray— I beard a frowning moon 
Damn it all— I must be out of tune! 
 
Rambler, true— upon a g[rac]eless earth 
“Drinking in”— the cup of cruel mirth; 
Is my hope— the soul disturbing “can”— 
Psalm of life— a — man’s abuse of man. 
 
‘Tis my home— where’er my footsteps fall 
‘Tis my hearth — the world outside a wall 
‘Tis my church— the yoke that ever galls* 
And my realm—a pair of overalls. 
 
Day by day my kingdom ever comes 
To the pounding of seagoing drums 
King and Queen and Court am I, alone 
When I bathe— it dissipates my throne. 
 
Should I die —contrary as I am; 
Fade away— from all this worldly sham, 
Caledoniaa boilers- be my Judge 
In their Hell-I’d start a roaring smudge. 
 
What [unclear]ave secrets threads of memory hold 
Dragging feet, unclean less fleet than cold; 
Freedoms cause— a drifting aimlessly 
On an iceberg of a yellow sea. 
 
And their Heaven (blase aristocrats) 
Has no room for toilers nor their brats; 
Old St. Pete he of the Sacred Shirt 
Bawls them out— for bringing in the dirt. 
 
Dirt and squalor— ah, were I to choose 
Ladies fair o’er it would ne’er enthuse— 
Like a Nero, fiddling in his Rome 
I would play, “There goes my Home Sweet Home.” , 
 
Shall I pray the gods who never wake 
Shall I Worship each religion’s fake 
Shall I — I — the nature’s master shape 
Always be a brainless, hairy, ape. 
 
No, No, No, by Gods, both far and near, 
We are not ruled by a yellow fear 
We are Man and Woman — if a Bum 
And united —something’s going to come. 

*Work 
T-BONE SLIM.