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Rh Here and there, with dimes on the eyes walking, To feed the greed of the belly, the brains liberally
 * spooning,

Tickets buying, taking, selling, but in to the feast
 * never once going,

Many sweating, ploughing, thrashing, and then the
 * chaff for payment receiving,

A few idly owning, and they the wheat continually
 * claiming.

This is the city, and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me—politics,
 * markets, newspapers, schools,

Benevolent societies, improvements, banks, tariffs,
 * steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate,
 * and personal estate.

They who piddle and patter here in collars and tailed
 * coats—I am aware who they are—they are not
 * worms or fleas.

I acknowledge the duplicates of myself—the weakest
 * and shallowest is deathless with me,

What I do and say, the same waits for them, Every thought that flounders in me, the same
 * flounders in them.

I know perfectly well my own egotism, I know my omnivorous words, and cannot say any
 * less,

And would fetch you, whoever you are, flush with
 * myself.

Rh