I still never do that
Even though my followers tell me I should,
Making arguments on paper
Which describe the beautiful and the good.
It seems easy, the way they say it,
And it would be easy to do,
And if I forgot myself
It might be exciting for me, and wonderful, and true.
I would be on some train.
A stranger would look me in the eye.
And he would have a book.
And I would let him lie.