Ladies and gentlemen,
patch up my soul.
It could not leak if it were hollow.
Is a spit a blow? How am I to know?
A boulder-stone is as arid as I,
you've milked me dry.
Ladies and gentlemen, 
come to the show:
this very moment,
a great poet
will dance before you.

Vladimir Mayakovsky
"Listen" Early poems 1913-1918