I can’t call myself a poet,
Minerva, goddess of wisdom, deserts me,
but I am a thief,
a veritable mimicry artist,
miming the style and form of others,
Hermes, god of thieves
has blessed me well.
Others have a voice,
a style and a tell
that separates them apart. 
They have a home,
while I forever a guest,
and never a host,
I the solitary wanderer,
wander from home to home, 
without rest, paying homage,
to one and all,
but who’ll pay homage to tired me. 

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