About

I was Hemingway without the balls
Millay without the pussy
Bukowski without the beer
Plath without the bees.
I was Ginsburg having never been fucked in the ass or having met the 'best minds of my generation.'
I was Eliot without the genius.
Yeats without the heart
Angelou without the soul
I was all the others to
Without the words
Who knew, who knew.