O, have you ever heard the gutter’s call?

E’er felt the strange attraction of the sewer?

Or ceded to the urge from underneath,

To wallow in the mire, to plunge, to sink

Into the frightful abyss of perdition?

Were you e’er tempted from some siren’s lips,

To cull the bliss, you know, is venomous?

Or did you feel the satanic desire,

To soil and mutilate the sacred image

Of that ideal you worshiped all your life?

It is the atavistic voice that’s waking,

The dormant beast in you. Beware! Beware!