I’ve read too much to enjoy reading,
Seen to many masterpieces to appreciate beauty.
I am inspired by only passions fleeting,
Never by oughts, my skill, my duty.
To know and love and worship and create
Guides the eye to their lover’s flawed face,
Opening pinholes to unfamiliar hate
That will never be known to those casually committed to their passions.
I will not chase or slay dragons.
I will not rescue or respect damsels.
I will enjoy every moment once
And never seek out or create its sequel.
I want to know love,
And I learn through unfamiliarity.
The Daily Travesty 