text_original: Who makes you think the clouds he pierces? He pierce the clouds! he kiss their a  es; While we, o'er Teneriffa placed, Are loftier by a mile at least: And, when Apollo struts on Pindus, We see him from our kitchen windows; Or, to Parnassus looking down, Can piss upon his laurel crown.
text_transcription: WHO MAKES YOU THINK THE CLOUDS HE PIERCES HE PIERCED THE CLOUDS HE KISSED THEIR ARSES WHILE WE OR TENORIFA PLACED ARE LOFTIER BY A MILE AT LEAST AND WHEN APOLLO STRUTS ON PINDUS WE SEE HIM FROM OUR KITCHEN WINDOWS OR TWO PARNASSUS LOOKING DOWN CAN KISS UPON HIS LAUREL CROWN
phonemes: hˌuː mˌeɪks juː θˈɪŋk ðə klˈaʊdz hiː pˈɪɹsᵻz? hiː pˈɪɹs ðə klˈaʊdz! hiː kˈɪs ðɛɹ ɐ ˈiːz; wˌaɪl wiː, ˈɔːɹ tˈɛnɚɹˌɪfə plˈeɪst, ɑːɹ lˈɔftiɚ baɪ ɐ mˈaɪl æt lˈiːst: ænd, wˌɛn ɐpˈɑːloʊ stɹˈʌts ˌɔn pˈɪndəs, wiː sˈiː hˌɪm fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ kˈɪtʃən wˈɪndoʊz; ɔːɹ, tə pˈɑːɹnəʃəs lˈʊkɪŋ dˈaʊn, kæn pˈɪs əpˌɑːn hɪz lˈɔːɹəl kɹˈaʊn.