I<\/p>\n
B\u00fcrger \u00e0 tort : \u2014 \u00ab Ce sont les vivants qui vont vite ! \u00bb
\n\ufeff Les grands hommes portefeuill\u00e9s,
\nAstres pleins d\u2019excellence, autour de qui gravite
\n\ufeff Tout un vain monde d\u2019employ\u00e9s,
\nSe succ\u00e8dent ainsi qu\u2019au large les mar\u00e9es ;
\n\ufeff Le reflux efface le flux.
\n\u00ab Je n\u2019ai fait que passer, poitrines d\u00e9cor\u00e9es,
\n\ufeff H\u00e9las ! vous n\u2019\u00e9tiez d\u00e9j\u00e0 plus ! \u00bb
\nVos fauteuils de velours, seuls, \u00e0 jamais sont stables ;
\n\ufeff Vos projets meurent intestat ;
\nDemain, d\u2019autres viendront \u00e9taler sur vos tables
\n\ufeff Les papiers timbr\u00e9s de l\u2019\u00c9tat.<\/p>\n
II<\/p>\n
Le cheval tient l\u2019emploi du b\u0153uf dans la marmite,
\n\ufeff C\u2019est bien, mais voici le cheval,
\nSeigneur ! que le pur-sang-v\u00e9locip\u00e8de imite ;
\n\ufeff Lui-m\u00eame il aura son rival !<\/p>\n
Les journaux, par milliers, s\u2019impriment sans vergogne,
\n\ufeff Ils tombent, sous bande, \u00e0 l\u2019oubli ;
\nQui les lit ? Je ne sais ! mais au bois de Boulogne
\n\ufeff Flotte au vent leur papier sali !
\nStamir meurt, Bussy na\u00eet ! Ils gueulent\u2026 Le bruit cesse\u2026
\n\ufeffO\u00f9 s\u2019en vont les mouchards fan\u00e9s ?
\nParis, leur ayant dit\u2026 (comme fait la princesse !
\n\ufeffOn passe \u00e0 d\u2019autres condamn\u00e9s !<\/p>\n
III<\/p>\n
Paris, estomac vaste, adore, en vrai Saturne,
\n\ufeff Manger les \u00eatres qu\u2019il forma :
\nTh\u00e9odoros gob\u00e9, voici que de sa turne
\n\ufeff S\u2019\u00e9lance Djomb\u00e9-Fatouma !
\nCette n\u00e9gresse charme un instant sa tristesse.
\n\ufeff Soudain \u2014 nouveaux et purs \u00e9mois \u2014
\nOn apprend que chez nous (la France est bonne h\u00f4tesse
\n\ufeff Reviennent les deux Siamois.
\nCes jumeaux d\u00e9mod\u00e9s chez les sp\u00e9cialistes
\n\ufeff Vont porter leur c\u00e2ble de chair,
\nEt prier des scalpels tr\u00e8s-mat\u00e9rialistes
\n\ufeff De couper ce n\u0153ud, \u00e0 pas cher.<\/p>\n
IV<\/p>\n
La distribution des prix \u2014 (Sonnez, trombone !)
\n\ufeff Et l\u2019absurde discours latin
\nDemain, sous les plafonds de la vieille Sorbonne
\n\ufeff Vivront l\u2019espace d\u2019un matin.
\nPuis viendra le quinze ao\u00fbt, puis les rubans de moire
\n\ufeff Du Moniteur officiel ;
\nPuis les vacances, puis\u2026 au diable la m\u00e9moire
\n\ufeff De tout ce qui meurt sous le ciel !
\nMais, triomphant de tout, Capitale avachie,
\n\ufeff Tu verras toujours, sans effort,
\nDanser en ricanant : \u00ab l\u2019hydre de l\u2019anarchie, \u00bb
\n\ufeff Boguillon, Gill, et Rochefort !<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[187],"poems-book":[939],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[938],"class_list":["post-15990","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-187","poems-book-la-lanterne-en-vers-de-couleur","poete-ernest-dhervilly"],"yoast_head":"\n