He sits at the table and writes.
with this poem you will not take power, he says
you will not make revolution, he says
nor with thousands of verses will you make revolution, he says
and whats more, these verses won't make peons, teachers, or carpenters live better, eat better,
or he himself eat, live better.
Not even for wooing a woman can they be used.
He won't make money with them
he won't get into the movies free with them
they won't give him clothes for them
He won't get tobaco or wine with them
nor parots, nor scarves, nor boats, nor bulls, nor umprellas will he get from them.
if it were up to them the rain would get him wet.
He won't reach forgiveness nor grace because of them.
with this poem you will not take power, he says
you will not make revolution, he says
nor with thousands of verses will you make revolution, he says
He sits at the table and writes.

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