I
want to be a journalist,
Some lively journal edit;
Then
I would claim more earthly fame,
And have more to my credit.
My
name would flash from pole to pole,
And bloom on the equator;
While
foreign lands with outstretched hands
Would show me income greater.
* * * * * * *
O,
now I am a journalist,
I publish, set and edit;
I
own the floor, but nothing more,
And can’t get any credit.
My
name is known from pole to pole,
(Walpole and Poleville Center);
And
fellow men who watch my pen
Declare I am dementia.
Nov.
6, 1893
Pub.
in Boston
Courier,
Dec. 24,
1893
Cacoethes - An irresistible urge to do
something inadvisable.
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