He loved to eat with his
bare hands.
He once stabbed a man to death,
with a pen.
He loved to pee on
his favorite rose bush.
He wrote love letters
to prison inmates.
He would weep when ever anyone would mention
the Bastille.
He would fill his pockets with bread crumbs to feed
sparrows in the park.
He was a genius playwright
whose words rang truer than any church bell,
that is the only part I am sure of.
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