Your poems are all forgeries –
imitations of old masters with your name on.
my laziness has become transfigured into arrogance.
other stuff which I’ve conveniently forgotten.
escape from shadows, adopt postures,
yadda, yadda, despise the dark;
despise those who therein tread.
for a second,
for a change,
like a friend,
you consider other options…
then you stay safe.
You pay the bills –
an excellent scheme: