The Weekly Arizona Miner Jan 22 1870
The ass stood by the stable door—
The sweepings of the stable floor—
Some scantled, musty, broken straw—
He munched, and munched, and — nothing more.
Yon politician struts the floor,
His speech is gemmed with pot-house lore,
His goose essays the eagle’s soar;
Words, only words, and — nothing more.
The preacher, dear, good, pious bore,
Proves all the prophets once foresaw,
Knows what the future has in store,
Knows what he — thinks, and — nothing more.
The lawyer quotes you score on score
Of great authorities in law
To prove your case without a flaw;
He gains his — fee, and — nothing more.
The doctor knows you to the core,
Apt with each fibre, nerve and pore;
Can catch you from Death’s greedy maw,
He “bleeds” you well, and — nothing more.
The ass still stands beside the door,
And still is munching as before,
Gown, book, and pill, are broken straw;
He’s the same ass, and — nothing more.
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