‘What are you Sir Po?
Are you a rebel?
Are you a poet?
Are you a philosopher?
Are you an artist?
Are you a revolutionary?
Are you a punk?
Are you a pervert?
Are you a mystic?
Are you a monk?
Are you a visionary?
Are you a genius?
Are you generous?
Are you a savior?
Are you a martyr?’
‘Yes.’
‘What aren’t you, then?’
‘I’m not a coward.
I’m not a traditionalist.
I’m not cruel.
I’m not a Masochist.
I’m not a believer.
I’m not a Prophet.
I’m not shallow.
I’m not a businessman.
I’m not human.
I’m not supernatural.
I’m not an alien.
I’m not an entertainer.
(Although I am entertaining.)
I’m not a gangster.
I’m not violent.
(Although I do defend myself violently.)
I’m not dead.
I’m not immortal.
(Although my work will enjoy immortality.)
I’m not arrogant.
I’m not humble.
I’m not flattering.
(Although I can be charming.)
I’m not destructive.
(Although I do destroy barriers.)
I’m not beautiful.
(Although I am desirable.)
And,
As you can now tell,
I’m neither confused,
Nor shy.