That Melville guy did a number on us
all,
Don't you see, when he
Struck the one great metaphor
And stole the perfect symbol
Of a doomed American dream and
Then, like a drunken sailor adrift
At sea, the ruined search for that
White whale indeed, that Moby Prick
That roiled its way into the canon
While leaving us, his inheritors,
Doomed to the dark eternity
Of referential scores.
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