Why I Write, Part x+23: Verse Puppet

I am not my writing.  It's bigger
Or smaller.
I write with my head in atmosphere
Or lower,
Animal desires,
Finding new ways to speak the passwords
To a culture
I've grown to believe such hatred for,
Invoking old masters
Of my infant forms,
Doing honors perverse
To my teachers,
Friends, pretty favorites.

I am The Pretender,
Verse puppet.
Pick a string and pull.