{"id":9313,"date":"2017-12-20T09:58:50","date_gmt":"2017-12-20T16:58:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/?p=9313"},"modified":"2017-12-20T09:58:50","modified_gmt":"2017-12-20T16:58:50","slug":"the-most-terrifying-poem-in-the-english-language","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/2017\/12\/20\/the-most-terrifying-poem-in-the-english-language\/","title":{"rendered":"The Most Terrifying Poem in the English Language"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s a race of men that don&#8217;t fit in,<br \/>\nA race that can&#8217;t stay still;<br \/>\nSo they break the hearts of kith and kin,<br \/>\nAnd they roam the world at will.<br \/>\nThey range the field and they rove the flood,<br \/>\nAnd they climb the mountain&#8217;s crest;<br \/>\nTheirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,<br \/>\nAnd they don&#8217;t know how to rest.<\/p>\n<p>If they just went straight they might go far;<br \/>\nThey are strong and brave and true;<br \/>\nBut they&#8217;re always tired of the things that are,<br \/>\nAnd they want the strange and new.<br \/>\nThey say: &#8220;Could I find my proper groove,<br \/>\nWhat a deep mark I would make!&#8221;<br \/>\nSo they chop and change, and each fresh move<br \/>\nIs only a fresh mistake.<\/p>\n<p>And each forgets, as he strips and runs<br \/>\nWith a brilliant, fitful pace,<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the steady, quiet, plodding ones<br \/>\nWho win in the lifelong race.<br \/>\nAnd each forgets that his youth has fled,<br \/>\nForgets that his prime is past,<br \/>\nTill he stands one day, with a hope that&#8217;s dead,<br \/>\nIn the glare of the truth at last.<\/p>\n<p>He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;<br \/>\nHe has just done things by half.<br \/>\nLife&#8217;s been a jolly good joke on him,<br \/>\nAnd now is the time to laugh.<br \/>\nHa, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;<br \/>\nHe was never meant to win;<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s a rolling stone, and it&#8217;s bred in the bone;<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s a man who won&#8217;t fit in.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0&#8212; Robert W. Service, <em>The Spell of the Yukon, and Other Verses<\/em> (1911)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s a race of men that don&#8217;t fit in, A race that can&#8217;t stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain&#8217;s crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general-ramblings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9313"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9313\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jasonbennion.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}