Brick by brick and stain by stain
I built the wall up and up and then
I tore that bastard down.
Whee! Blisters on
my fingers and scabs on
my knees, I worked and
sweated and
labored to be here.
I bedded down the concubines
in the Sultan's court, as well as
all the she-males and the eunuchs and
next I banged away at
all those royal princes.
Such peaches.
And now I am a poet.
Hah!
Still an alcoholic, too,
with blisters on my fingers
and scabs on my knees.
