These poems really
might not really be about
what you thought they were
but that is not guaranteed:
Read further at your own risk.
There are no typpographical
or grammatical errors
in this manuscript.
Every line is exactly
as it was supposed to be
but since I never reread
anything I have written
please take this advisory with
some of that pink Himalayan salt
you once used to love to sprinkle about.*
*Small Print Disclaimer:
Some of these poems were actually written by other people
who made the mistake of sending them to me
since I am known to be a notorious thief.
I didn't keep track of which poems were stolen,
so if you see something here that you think you wrote,
I will gladly footnote the poem to that effect
in the next edition.
PS:
This is the last edition so,
if I did steal something from you,
you are shit out of luck.
Don't bother trying to sue me
because I'm probably already dead.
PPS:
This was also the First Edition.
It might actually be worth something someday.
Please do not bend, fold, spindle or mutilate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem