Konx Om Pax

xii KONX OM PAX While, on the other hand: St. Paul spoke up on the Hill of Mars To the empty-headed Athenians; But I would rather talk to the stars Than to empty-headed Athenians. It's only too easy to form a cult, To cry a crusade with " Deus Vult"— But you won't get much of a good result From empty-headed Athenians. The people of London much resemble Those empty-headed Athenians. I could very easily make them tremble, Those empty-headed Athenians. A pinch of Bible, a gallon of gas, And I, or any otherguess ass, Could bring to our mystical moonlight mass Those empty-headed Athenians. In fine, I have precious little use For empty-headed Athenians. The birds I have snared shall all go loose; They are empty-headed Athenians. I thought perhaps I might do some good; But it 's ten to one if I ever should— And I doubt if I would save, if I could, Such empty-headed Athenians. So (with any luck) I shall bid farewell To the empty-headed Athenians. For me, they may all of them go to hell, For empty-headed Athenians. I hate your idiot jolts and jars, You monkeys grinning behind your bars I'm more at home with the winds and the stars Than with empty-headed Athenians.