You, who may think of my work “contrived”:
pray, ponder over the things you’ve arrived at
before you try to discharge your bile—
do sit and think—if you may—for a while.
I don’t aim with pamphlets the world to save,
nor write I diatribe to show that I’m brave
but with a purpose to rouse grief or mirth
I put on display several works of some worth.
So if you are quite an insensitive guy—
don’t read this further—just fuck you and die.
And if you prove different—keep one thing in mind:
I dedicate my work to all who can’t find
The boundaries of spirit so goddamn defined.