Some poets declaim. I claim.
Every damned thing I affirmed,
Including that I'm lying,
I meant when I affirmed it.
I'm the brazen thief who killed
Priests, drank wine, stole gold,
And corrupted other thieves.
I am a good boy.
You would prefer a picture,
A cinematic rhythm.
I can't give you those.
I have an idea I have
Ideas. What someone tells you
Is never what someone knows.
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