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Written by: Ezra Pound | Biography
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 Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future. 
You are very idle, my songs, 
I fear you will come to a bad end. 
You stand about the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-stops,
You do next to nothing at all. 

You do not even express our inner nobilitys, 
You will come to a very bad end.

And I? I have gone half-cracked. 
I have talked to you so much that I almost see you about me, 
Insolent little beasts! Shameless! Devoid of clothing!

But you, newest song of the lot, 
You are not old enough to have done much mischief. 
I will get you a green coat out of China
With dragons worked upon it. 
I will get you the scarlet silk trousers
From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella; 
Lest they say we are lacking in taste, 
Or that there is no caste in this family.