I am full of my powers
like Sherlock Holmes
with way too much foot in the game
and no need in the veins
for illicit stimuli
with a case at hand to crack
with my mind. The best damn consulting
Detective you'll ever find.
I am that guy.
What's this!
Who's that at the door?
By the heft of a step
in inevitable chains
to cause, from effect
and the hesitant knock,
I deduce a whore, or
rebellious priest at the very least.
Or a ghost.
Perhaps, of a stevedore.
Oh, let them come in! Omit
thank you, please. What need
you must have of my services
in times like these.
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