Translated by A. Z. Foreman - I Have no use for Regimental Odes (from "Secrets of the Craft") lyrics

I have no use for regimental odes, Or the impa**ioned elegiac hoax. I make my verses quite beside the point Made by the just, plain folks. I wish you knew the kind of garbage heap Wild verses grow on, paying shame no heed, Like dandelions yellowing a fence, Like burdock and bindweed... An angered yell, the bracing scent of tar, And walls with runic mildew like a sign... And soon a tender, testy poem answers To your delight and mine.