I need more hubris, less restraint
To comfortably channel
My God given gifts; compare myself
With the masters of blank verse,
Surpass all that came before
And any pretender subsequent.
I need to shed all fear, immerse
The self in a bath of philosophical
Foam, scrub my stained skin
Of any blemish: seek purity
And a native soul in residence
Where angels fear to tread.
I need a pen, paper, and unlimited
Supply of class A medicamentum.
