Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/Sorehead Sonnet Ten

by James Percival Haverson

Sorehead Sonnet Ten

It is a pipe to grin when you're on top,
An' things is comin' to you on the jump;
The guy that kicks when he's in right's a chump.
But when the world mistakes you fer a mop,
An' by the time you've harvested a crop
Of every kind of trouble in the dump,
An' then Fate hands you out another bump
About the time you thought it HAD to stop—
Well, what I'm gettin' at is simply this:
I've had about enough to see me through;
An' if you're loaded up with earthly bliss,
If you're so glad you don't know what to do,
I'll hand this game a sort of good-bye kiss,
Beat it, an' leave me mail addressed to you.