He started something unworthy and his conscience did revolt
He continued for fun, telling himself, “To confess I’ll write a ‘post’.
I’ll put some strange character in, one with a ludicrous name,
His descriptions very unlike mine, of a very different fame.
He’ll do the sin for me there, and invite furious curses;
While I’ll still digest applause, he will for me take the blame”
How that’ll free him of his guilt, the blogger never stopped to think
How it qualifies as a ‘confession’ has a rationale rather lame.
It is surely more unworthy, sinful, than what it’s meant to cover
The ruthless abuse of the non-living, of a character mute, helpless, tame.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession. – Albert Camus