I would mistake the Larder from his Pen
If Ten Thousand Scribbles ***** my bruised Draw
Yet to Write for Heart's Writ be condescend
Was ever such Cloaked Definition I saw
And Cloaked I am since the Inquisitor's dare,
Judge my Motives by Inspiration based
That - when Tendered - roast my Tub-Steak's despair
Then slice my Treasured Incense disgraced
So to look at you by Nature un-caught
Then wring such Truth as Based Mortal am I
Repent, then Violate this Sacred Code sought
Proves Expression as Peppered Reporters sigh.
So Blessed you be feign my Scandalous Crew
Regardless of Veins which prove your Blood true.