I am slouching towards Oxford

A rough beast without capitals 

and random commas, 

Oxford is for ties, as is Windsor, 

the house of thieves from which I steal, 

god and country, 

and all other manner of evil.

Should I slay St. George 

or his dragon 

shall I March in the crusades 

to kill the innocent for Jesus.

On what campus,

What ivory tower

What Ivy covered walls

Shall I tilt astride my donkey?