Help me down from this pedestal, mister.
I climbed its tall brownness thinking out of necessity
and some beauty of sacrifice.
Now, give me the task and the room on
the eye level right, your left.
I'd feel less safe and more helpful.
You lost the bet.
You will not pay.
Mention it.
Punishment.
Therefore, I drive dangerously home. Be loud. Cry out.
Nothing will come of that.