If this prime ass is with his brother worms —
Forgive the license of the clASSic terms! —
I hope they'll make a " black-board " of his face
And make it minus all but its grimace,
That devilish simper which he frequent wore
When, with the glibness of a saint, he swore,
That, " His last work was plainer far than dirt " —
As tainting too, thou muddy-headed squirt!
Plain — dead level — flat — they are the same —
At him, ye worms! till appetite is lame.