The smell of paint, a flask of wine
And turn those faces all to me
The blunderbuss and halberd-shaft
And Dutch respectability
They make their entrance one by one
Defenders of that way of life
The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie
Guitar lessons for the wife
This is literally the worst poem I have ever read in my entre fucking life.
Kill yourself.
I thought it was nice. Makes me want to start pillaging some stuff.