By Don Marquis, in "archys life of mehitabel," 1933
if all the verse what i have wrote
were boiled together in a kettle
twould make a meal for every goat
from nome to popocatapetl
mexicoand all the prose what i have penned
if laid together end to end
would reach from russia to south bend
indianabut all the money what i saved
from all them works at which i slaved
is not enough to get me shaved
every morningand all the dams which i care
if heaped together in the air
would not reach much of anywhere
they wouldntbecause i dont shave everyday
and i write for arts sake anyway
and always hate to take my pay
i loathe itand all of you who credit that
could sit down on an opera hat
and never crush the darn thing flat
you skepticsarchy