• Hopeless

    From The Topeka State Journal, February 6, 1914. By Roy K. Moulton.

    They’ve got him in a padded cell,
        He raves from morn till night.
    He has a pencil and a slate,
        And writes with all his might.

    He sets a lot of figures down,
        Then rubs them out again,
    Upon his face there is a look
        That is akin to pain.

    He’s had this slate for seven months,
        The pencil squeaks and squeaks;
    He concentrates upon the job,
        And never sanely speaks.

    They’re watching him both day and night,
        Their care is never lax.
    He’s trying but to figure out
        His income tax.