A violent yearning to escape
The prison of personal identity
The nasty habits
The reflexive routines
The drugs

To my life I gave my genius
Said the unjustly punished hero
The quixotic aspiration to make
One’s life a work of art
An image of perfection

Heroic brave and futile
And hero-worship only serves
To convince one
Of his own incapacity
As does self-worship

O a thousand dollars for a lapel
O to live up to a piece of crockery
O finally to become causa sui
To admit the aleatoric motive
The kindness behind the brunt