Bilious, bibulous, nothing like boisterous,
Barbarous, baleful, but loath to be bigamous,
Baldly a Bolshevik, bent on berating board
Members and all of the bland bourgeoise,
I break wind after breakfast, and bound
Through the brambles, broken by bigots,
Beaten by badge-bearing bastards bent on
Barricading their bailiwicks from
Burdensome sorts, like me.