Raskolnikov Spotless, Adrift Upon Oceans
Jesuitical was his way
Triangular his pear
Photos show a primrose headband
Blinded on the air
And though this makes no frigging sense
To those of paltry learning
They will get their recompense
In full: a public burning
Jeremiacal was his tone
Rebuking lesser foes
With a kind of early lampstand
Jammed between their toes
And though this lacks in sanity
To those of common gleaning
They deserve inanity
In full; and never meaning.
| Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, P, F, Beefy, N. |
| Poem finished: | 24th August 2004 by Beefy. |