PAST PERFECT
I had been a usual architect
Before I became a perfect writer,
You hadn't known anything about me
Until I told you about my perfection.
Had you ever delighted by anyone else like me?
Yes, you had. No, you hadn't.
Had they taken pleasure with each my poem?
Yes, they had. No, they hadn't.
I had spited it all the time for judges,
For my dear readers, for their bright future!