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As a digression to a poem:
The fact that in the previous poem I described a dream in which I had become the head of the KCIA was mentioned by one friend at a meeting of our 'old children' group and each of them had something to say:
-- Hey, do you write so thoughtlessly because you want to be arrested
-- My dear, are you already doting? You're talking nonsense.
-- A poet as head of the CIA, there's a fine idea!
-- Even if it's only a dream, it's disgraceful!
-- Writing that in a poem, you should be ashamed!
-- It's the end! Even a so-called poet has got so twisted!
-- Doesn't it mean that the world as it is is unsatisfactory?
Listening to so many differing opinions, I could only laugh, smiling blissfully like a child having fun because a trick has worked and people have fallen for it.