Fame, money, skin-deep glow, etc.--
No affecting as tender heart incommode you, man!
Thou art safe, free, then,
If you can guard yourself,
Not letting yourself put out of your character, your only asset...
By pinioning yourself to a yoke of claiming, approaching,
The feat of cheap antics demanded as gallantry but for shackling
As an articled lover, always blinkered,
No room for rumination and ratiocination,
To come up face to face with the ultimate reality,
So daunting to a run-of-the-mill one of now,
So much after a priori notion,
Namely a base copy cat.
