What You Have Believed

While I was fighting those two darling wars
You spoke with someone who disliked my work,
Describing it with something like a smirk
To you, and opening his mind and pores
To show you how these tricks feel on all fours.
He told you, falsely, I was just a clerk.
Call it a foolish whim, call it a quirk,
But we have finished. You have closed the doors.

Whore! Never cared, I never cared that you
Had slept with anyone and everyone
Who called you pretty names. That is your due,
And I was busy, carrying a gun.
But what you have believed was never true:
I never stole one word. Whore. We are done.