…or at least, make it only
a crime of opportunity –
there’s a pad, a pen…
what is one to do?

-I meant no harm, your honor,
I’ll swear to it on a stack of “Howl!”s —
a strange compulsion made me write a word,
then another, and before you could say “quatrain”,
there it was, a masterpiece!

-well, you know, your honor,
-masterpiece, más o menos-
but it could be some day,
just gotta keep adding nutrient
to the soil.

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