Arizona weekly citizen. [volume] (Tucson, Ariz) 1880-1901, 1894-06-09
He Kicked Himself Hard.

He Kicked Himself Hard.
A hardy miner with careworn face,
And pants all shattered about the has
: And coat so deradfully rent and torn
'rwould brighten crows from field {
corn,
, Stood gazing with eager, hungry stare
Through restaurants big show window
whe'e
The;richest visnds Were placed in sigh
AS bait for the wandering appetite.
AS stood he gazing at good things Their
His thin lips moved-alas! not in prayer
But in muttered curses upon the fate
Which had kicked him dnwnward +
such state.
Noting his attitude, l drew near,
By curiosity led, to bear
What topic his soul so deeply stirred,
And this the reproachful speech heard
81 ok at 'em, darn you, look at 'en
| straight.
An, hunger fur 'em, you reprobate.
1t sarves you right
To be in this plight
Starvin,' an can't git cussed bite.
The best the market affords, an you
A-famishin,' darn you!
| Well it'll Farm you
To let we'll enough alone, You duffer.
Oh, darn you, suffer!
"Look at that turaey, roasted brown,
Don't you wish you could swaller down
About half of it? See them pies.
Food fur angel from Paradise,
And you e-starvin,' you chump
Look at that roast, 'at'd tempt king,
Look at the steaks, look a. everything,
An then you sucker, may,I inquire
Ii from the fryiu' pan into the fire
You'll make another jump.
Want satisfied, you mis'sble cub,
Plenty o. work an plenty o. grub,
Mines a-runnin' by night an day,
Everything comm right your way.
Best O. clothes on your cussed back,
An had to fly the republican track.
Stumped the hull range,
Squealed for q change.
Made your speeches in every camp,
Dimycrat o the meanest stamp,
Travelled all over in sun an storm.
T. ats wat you did,
You overgrown kid,
Howled like wolf fur change, dod rot
il,
An, cuss you. you got it.
Keep the air unusually warm,
Iellln' Reform Reform! Reform
Said republicans all was thieves,
Fat'pin' on spoils like beeves,
CrowdIn' the land to the 't8rpal dogs,
Swampin' her down in RUNS boys,
Wrecking the good OF ship O. state,
Raisn' OF Nick at liehtnin' rate.
You, Sam Gossage,
You skin of sausage,
You talked that way, you cussed fool
Tried to teach Dlmycrat school,
Dished up lies at ID stop clock,
Blinded the miners with free trade talk,
Told EN- silver d bulge ahead,
Gold be wuthless as SO much lead.
Pay'd be doubled in every mine
Holy @ ush, but you spun it fine!
Started the boys on a wild stampede
You, you OF buck, takin' the lead
Over the fence got the gang to jump:
Look at you now, you chump!
"Did you ketch a Whit,
You burned old stiff,
OF the good things smokin' back in thar,
Wen that Teller swung the door ajar?
Did you smell the cabbage an luscious
beef
That could durn soon make you let out
the reef.
You TUX in your breeches wen you found
Yourself SO thin they'd go twice around?
Did you smell it, l say,
You free trade jay.
Well, smell it ag'in. wish to the Lord
You was chained right here to an iron
rod
With your nose so clus to the door you'd
git
A sniff every time they opened it;
Stay here until your stomach was shrunk
until
I'D strain it to chamber and liver pill,
Jest smellin' an yearnin' by day and
night,
An never gittin' cussed bite.
It'd sarve you right!
Every paper you pick up tells
o. Cleveland headin' gang o. swells
An, goIn' a fishin,' but you kin bet
If be bobs till doomsday he'll never get
As betty ketch as that be took
Wen the bug OF reform was on his hook.
Nary Il game fish could he show,
Jest cranky suckers at didn't know
Enough to stay in projections pool,
Wbar' the water was allus clear an cool,
An you was one OF 'em too, you champ,
One o. the suckers at had to jump
At the pizen bug at you thought was
good
Enough for sorehead republican food.
You swallered it, too,
An the next thing you
Was a-fioppin' round on the sandy bank.
With the hook IN your gills, you measly
crank
What are you gittin' fur all you done?
Watts the result O. the fight you won?
Mills all idle an mines snet down,
Grass a-growln' in every town,
Men a-loafin' Oh every hand,
Hard times strsnglin' the bull wide land,
Banks a-bustin, an trade heels up,
Labor cramped like pizened pup,
Homes but prisons O. woe an want,
Whar wan>faced pIis'ners weak an
gaunt
SILVER an hunger from morn till night,
Eyes all lusterlesS once So bright,
That's what you got
Fur the change you sought.
swell, you desarve it, you blirded fool,
You Topped, an you're settin' your re-
ward.
TIL teach you lesson, this bitter school,
Fur swingil' the dimycratrc eword,
This the result of the fight you fought.
You got it, you chump, 6s slick as wax,
Right whar' the chicken got the AK"
Capt Jack Crawford, IN Chicago Tri-
bune.
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