Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
selling his blood for a few kernels of grain
Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
pandering to others in search of a name
Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
drunken talk-show appearance, stumbling again
Whom could it be, this professional Poet,
the strongest of liars—the weakest of men
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2014)
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