There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision... No more miserable human without future of work...

How many souls are there to come,
Toeing the Line, and like us all, a mystic !
How many, under the usual dinner-jacket,
Won't feel the horror of life as many do ?


Think of all without jobs and any future to look at !
Think of all the families before Christmas with no hope...
Think of all the Children living in misery...
Think of all our nice politicians how make the rules.
To hell with them ! And that's really envy. 


Let us dream we are good-for-nothing.
But with every right to be somebody !
Oh, if we could only spurn the others,
And even with tattered elbows
Be a hero, a madman, damned or dazzling.