 Of course, I want to thank Litquake, San Francisco Public Library, but I think one of the great libraries of our country. And remember that all classical cities always had great libraries. So I want to thank Lisa Arara and the Friends of the Library and the Litquake for putting together this event, allowing us to come together in a community to celebrate literature and art and poetry while so much of the world is rack with violence and war and tolerance and hatred. So I want to thank you for being here tonight. And because you told your stories about, I got to tell you the story that one time, I had an affair with a woman who was a Republican. But I didn't know it at the time. And now she's a flaming radical. And that's the power of poetry. And I very much appreciated all of the authors who have read and the very great and brilliant talk by TJ Styles. Thank you very much for that. And I also like very much this quote by Margaret Atwood that there is no shadow without light. And it's kind of also a riff on the question of physics that Robert brought up, because physics tells us that for every action, there is an equal but opposite reaction. So while this reaction is coming at us, later on our reaction physics will push the other way. And I think it's important that we keep it in that sort of scientific way. It's not that it's going to happen any other way. That's what physics tells us will happen. So part of our contribution perhaps is to be involved in that counterpoint. And let me just say a few things before I read this one poem. I was very pleased to see Representative Lewis point out that this man is an illegitimate president. But it's not just because he lost the popular vote. It's not just because there was incredible voter suppression. It's not just because a foreign power intervened in these elections to cook it for him or help him cook it. But the real reason he is an illegitimate president is because he hasn't shown us his birth certificate. Because we had dropped the standards so low, right, that how do we know he wasn't born in Russia? But it also, I think, raises the question. And we will shape it as we go forward somewhat a rhetorical question, but also perhaps a philosophical question. What is the role of literature? What is the role of poetry? And like I said, we will shape that role as we go forward as we're shaping it tonight. But I always like to paraphrase the great Uruguayan writer, Eduardo Calliano, who says in a paraphrasing, to think that society can be changed by poetry is absurd. But to think that society can be changed without poetry is equally absurd. And so the role of poetry is not just prophecy, but I think also, and to be true to the word, as Robert Maylor Anderson also mentioned, one of the guiding philosophies of Eduardo Calliano, especially in these times that we must be true to the word. But also I think part of the power of poetry is to satirize and ridicule the powerful. So now before I read this poem, I don't want to scare anybody, but there is a cheese man going around our neighborhood. Cheese man? Anybody? In our neighborhood, cheese man is way better than Twitter. And the cheese man that's going around is that when he takes the oath to pay close attention because he will not actually put his hand on the Bible but keep it about 10 centimeters above. And so the camera angles will look like he's putting his hand, but he won't because if he puts his hand on the good book, it will explode in flames. So the point of all of this is you will know the devil when you meet him. Remember, when the devil comes for your country, he won't be sporting a pointy tail or pitchfork. Hell no. He will appear in a fancy suit and lather an expensive cologne to hide the stink of sulfur and live in a high tower where he will surround himself with gold, which at night he will turn into dog shit. You will never see him at church or place of worship, a shrine and altar because his orange hair would catch fire revealing his horns. He will never show his birth certificate because they don't hand those out in the ninth level of hell. You will know him by his destruction of God's creation. He will pollute the air and poison the water, annihilate bees and butterflies, unleash tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, and call it a hoax. And his followers to prove their loyalty. And this comes right out of the Inquisition Handbook. He must first lick his arsehole and eat maggots in his presence. Remember this when the devil comes to steal your country if you still have a country. And now to make sure the poem gets to its intended recipient, I will now perform an imitation of Jimi Hendrix. And Lisa's going to hate me for it, but that's how it goes. Thank you.