Complain with the full force of a Jesuit priest
Whine like a man who knows he's out of time
Casuistry and sophistry
Work together
In perfect harmony.

Poetry's more about wine than whine
More about seeking to express the inexpressible
Than complaining about how difficult it is.
A true poet makes the difficult easy
Can turn water into wine in a half-truncated line

Caesuras can soar in words and never return
Or bore.
I must learn how not to compromise.
Pull out his eyes! Pull out his eyes!
Apologise! Apologise!

I will not apologise if it cost me my life.
I will never apologise. I'd rather laugh
And spit in the face
Of all the stupidities of the human race.

Sniff out intelligence
It causes nothing but glee
All the premature gravediggers,
All those who condemn those who try
To shift the shade
To seek the good in the heart of darkness
To break free from this all-abiding stupidity.