To read what I write
is but a terrible bite
as I write with a passion
nothing to do with fashion
pour my thoughts in speed
they are in verse think I indeed!
what they are to others I know not?
as I write for me alone all throughout
this way I go about in my work
performing for my satisfaction alone
a very different personality in tone
stand I very much apart from the normal
withdrawn from the world but very formal
Do I look a strange creäture to you?
Well, that is me who remains always true.