I have been told
By people who loathe me
That my poetry and fictions
Resemble each other
That is very true
As they share the same mother
I am their errant father
Who spends a great deal of time
In the fields rotating his crops
I have been told
By people who loathe me
That my poetry and fictions
Resemble each other
That is very true
As they share the same mother
I am their errant father
Who spends a great deal of time
In the fields rotating his crops