Ne m\u2019offrez pas un tr\u00f4ne !
\n\u00c0 moi tout seul je fris,
\nDr\u00f4le, en ma sauce jaune
\nDe chic et de m\u00e9pris.<\/p>\n
Que les bottes vernies
\nPleuvent du paradis,
\nAvec des parapluies\u2026
\nMoi, va-nu-pieds, j\u2019en ris !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Plate \u00e9poque r\u00e2p\u00e9e,
\nO\u00f9 chacun a du bien ;
\nO\u00f9, cuistre sans \u00e9p\u00e9e,
\nLe vaurien ne vaut rien !<\/p>\n
Papa, \u2014 pou, mais honn\u00eate, \u2014
\nM\u2019a laiss\u00e9 quelques sous,
\nDont j\u2019ai fait quelque dette,
\nPour me payer des poux !<\/p>\n
Son habit, mis en perce,
\nM\u2019a fait de beaux haillons
\nQue le soleil traverse ;
\nMes trous sont des rayons<\/p>\n
Dans mon chapeau, la lune
\nBrille \u00e0 travers les trous,
\nB\u00eate et vierge comme une
\nPi\u00e8ce de cent sous !<\/p>\n
\u2014 Gentilhomme !\u2026 \u00e0 trois queues :
\nMon nom mal ramass\u00e9
\nSe perd \u00e0 bien des lieues
\nAu diable du pass\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Mon blason, \u2014 pas b\u00e9gueule,
\nEst, comme moi, faquin :
\n\u2014 Nous bandons \u00e0 la gueule,
\nFond trou\u00e9 d\u2019arlequin. \u2014<\/p>\n
Je pose aux devantures
\nO\u00f9 je lis : \u2014 D\u00c9FENDU
\nDE POSER DES ORDURES \u2014
\nRoide comme un pendu !<\/p>\n
Et me plante sans g\u00eane
\nDans le plat du hasard,
\nComme un couteau sans gaine
\nDans un plat d\u2019\u00e9pinard.<\/p>\n
Je l\u00e8ve haut la cuisse
\nAux bornes que je voi :
\nPotence, pav\u00e9, suisse,
\nFille, priape ou roi !<\/p>\n
Quand, sans tambour ni fl\u00fbte,
\nUn servile estafier
\nAu violon me culbute,
\nJe me sens libre et fier !\u2026<\/p>\n
Et je laisse la vie
\nPleuvoir sans me mouiller.
\nEn attendant l\u2019envie
\nDe me faire empailler.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Je dors sous ma calotte,
\nLa calotte des cieux ;
\nEt l\u2019\u00e9toile palotte
\nClignotte entre mes yeux.<\/p>\n
Ma Muse est grise ou blonde\u2026
\nJe l\u2019aime et ne sais pas ;
\nElle est \u00e0 tout le monde\u2026
\nMais \u2014 moi seul \u2014 je la bats !<\/p>\n
\u00c0 moi ma Chair-de-poule !
\n\u00c0 toi ! Suis-je pas beau,
\nQuand mon baiser te roule
\n\u00c0 cr\u00fb dans mon manteau !\u2026<\/p>\n
Je ris comme une folle
\nEt sens mal aux cheveux,
\nQuand ta chair fra\u00eeche colle
\nContre mon cuir l\u00e9preux !<\/p>\n
J\u00e9rusalem. \u2014 Octobre.<\/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":[199],"poems-book":[894],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[792],"class_list":["post-16779","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-199","poems-book-les-amours-jaunes","poete-tristan-corbiere"],"yoast_head":"\n