The Rosy Armpit of the Internet | Finer than prayer!(?)

“The camera and the plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her

           daguerrotype,

The bride unrumples her white dress, the minutehand of the

          clock moves slowly,

The opium eater reclines with rigid head and just-opened lips,

The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her

               tipsy and pimpled neck,

The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and

              wink to each other,

(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you,)”

And anyway,

“Washes and razors for foofoos… for me freckles and a

           bristling beard.”

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