And I See. Slang

Today, Or Rather In The Middle
Of Crazy Day, I Stopped To Diddle
Because I’d Got The Priceless Needle/
I Simply Stood And Open Lights!
I Can’t Believe My Own Peepers –
On Flappers, Trotters I See Nippers!
My Mind Is Killed By Cattle-Keepers.
But I Can See Though Held On Tight!

Don’t Fred Your Grizzard!
I Know, Wizard!
I Know, All Serene!
I’ve It Already Seen!

And I See Someone Needs The Sitters
To Live, To Work Not Havin’ Jitters,
The Past For Them Is Drain Of Bitters.
They Try To Make Themselves Forget!
And I See That The Go Getters
Become, In Half A Shake, Your Betters
In Corner, Hidin’ Their Tatters
On Their Own, On The Dead!

Don’t Fred Your Gizzard!
I Know Wizard!
I Know, All Serene!
It Has Already Been!

And I See Wad Of Narks And Peelers,
Accompanied With Mass Of Heelers,
Is Pinchin’ Fliest Mobs And Killers,
Which Even Aren’t Gonna Funk!
And I See How Driver-Scout
Cleaned Crummy Polar Beaver Out
And Disappeared In The Crowd
When He Stank That He Had To Bunk!