Censure all mention of me if you wish but I will not disappear.
Mix a collection of pictures and prose and I will still not go.
Speak to people who supposedly know me for your dirt; it won’t work,
Or dig up entropy’s topping for support and see how coarse it is.
Shake a stick, shuffle a rift, make magic to shift me but you won’t
For I refuse to move for you or anything employed in lieu of you;
I have half the rights here, and want nothing more than to share
And partake of them as due, and will not see them used to impugn.