DAVID
(to R)

All you need is a room with a view
In style, away from the snobbish crowd and their banal commentaries
An outlook
Which brings you to a fertile terrain of inspirations

With a pair of eyes penetrating any darkness
Carrying the catapult with a glimmer of authority
No matter how prominent the pastiche could be
Your breadth is far beyond his reach

A robe for you would only reveal
Your skin does not conceal
Standing composedly in the perfect contrapost
My walking is mere creeping

So what you need, David, is just a room with a view
To conquer your world one can never envisage
The dubious land basking in refracted glory
Provides not the company and vista you deserve