Again, sitting at your desk, you catch yourself
Arranging your future personality,
Bent over some dubious payoff,
Bluffing your way onto some scene.
The danger is to blithely tarnish the vein you mine
Sticking your flag on another’s territory,
As if it were your own ultima Thule.
Don’t play traitor to your weakness
(Achilles’ heel of every man you’ve known)
There’s no one left to please, no one left to torture
