This poem was originally typeset in uppercase.
OF COURSE
A GUILT-RIDDEN
DOG-EARED
CLICHÉ
OF BARS
AND ROOMS
OF CONTROL
LAUGHS
CRIES
AND PASSION
AND DISSENT
OF COURSE
YOU HAD TO SIT
AND LIE
AND HALLUCINATE
AND SEE IT
FOR YOURSELF
AS CLICHÉ
AS IT IS
IT CHANGES YOUR
PERSPECTIVES A BIT
ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE
AND WHO THE WORLD IS