Write good, he says. "Write": scribbled narcissism --
Art's autobiographical, they say;
Then "good": colloquial, where some old schism
Dividing "good" and "well" writes night and day
In my cabeza. Get an expert down
Here pronto -- bring him in to translate, line
For line, my head-verse; hand the man a noun,
A verb, whatever tools he needs to mine
My skull-claim. On the job, his prospects seem
Less prosperous -- my brains are full of claim-
Jumpers -- es peligroso in the meme-
Field, and the warning signs are all the same.
That unexploded ordinance is why
The signs say, "Cross the t, and dot the i."
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