Testo Mason City The Fiery Furnaces
Came a card marked Mason City
From my forwarder.
Shut the door, donât let my dad see;
Read aloud dear sir:
Understanding you account an upright gent-
lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent.
As agreed, my fee is 2.6 percent.
Write again the Riceville widow
SASE.
I would guess theyâll be turned out though
Iâll still make my plea:
If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care,
Then the Bankerâs Trust will surely think it fair
To not give extensions, as they musnât dare.
Write Des Moines on several matters
And I near anoint,
Ladle thick the pleasant flatters,
And then comes the point;
Mr. Nelson wouldnât like to hear it said
As heâs too proud, so I do it in his stead:
He shall need an extensionâso it read.
--Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;
take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central,
to West Madison for Christâs sake.
Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers,
None on the make.
Up for shade on Crumb Hill
Get something to make my hands still.
But nowâWait.
How are you my nabs?
Little tender footed crabs,
Meet my knuckle duster.
You geeched that gazoonâs gow
Tried to break into the bow:
Go wipe your nose.
Iâm just hanging out with some noler knockums,
Just passing time waiting till my stack comes.
Prussian who got jackered,
My snapper till your knockered,
Get on the snam.
The chivman wants your chip;
Better dummy up then go dip:
Youâre outta turn.
I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber,
Even worse than the dicer stabber.