I I have written this poem in pencil.I wrote it.The poem is mine.It says everything about me, but the words are lies.The next day I erase a word and write a new word.This new word is the truth.After months of erasing and rewriting the liesWith words that were truthI read the poemIt is alien.It is the truth, but for five wordsWhich are lies.All of those lies were pronouns. Sid Orange has been a conman, thug, drug addict and bouncer. He is an autodidact. He was born in London, UK, but now lives in the Cotswolds, UK.