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Poem May 8, 1930

Plentywood Herald

Plentywood, Sheridan County, Montana

What is this article about?

A satirical poem warning against using vulgar language, portraying words as ripples or stones that persist in the universe and confront the speaker in the afterlife, urging moral purity under God's order.

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Casual Observations
(Submitted for what they are worth)

Why should you-nice pretty you,
Use language like disgusting spew?
I address you who fit the shoe,
And if its you, why then its you.

Every matter atom quivers,
Like the ringlets on the rivers
When ere a senseless tone is tossed
And never anywhere is lost.

These ringlets are as pure as snow;
As pure as is the stone you throw.
They're part of God's vast universe;
To us swift flying messengers.

Are you aware you can't afford
To let escape a single word
Which bears the sound of impure thoughts?
If not, your lower than Hottentots.

For every word is like a stone
Cast out into the vast unknown
And when you leave this mundane sphere,
You'll meet each word you uttered here.

If their faces then are hideous,
Remember that you made them thus.
Can you afford such consummation?
God forbid such intuition!

(To Be Continued)

RAYMOND

What sub-type of article is it?

Satire

What themes does it cover?

Moral Virtue Religious Faith

What keywords are associated?

Casual Observations Power Of Words Impure Language Moral Responsibility Gods Universe Afterlife Consequences

What entities or persons were involved?

Raymond

Poem Details

Title

Casual Observations

Author

Raymond

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains

Key Lines

Why Should You Nice Pretty You, Use Language Like Disgusting Spew? I Address You Who Fit The Shoe, And If Its You, Why Then Its You. For Every Word Is Like A Stone Cast Out Into The Vast Unknown And When You Leave This Mundane Sphere, You'll Meet Each Word You Uttered Here. If Their Faces Then Are Hideous, Remember That You Made Them Thus. Can You Afford Such Consummation? God Forbid Such Intuition!

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