I haven't said that.
I'm just going to read some poems.
As you might have noticed that I speak
with a pretty heavy accent.
So, hopefully, by the end of the next 24 hours
that we spend together, you will also
speak with a pretty heavy accent.
[LAUGHTER]
But just in case you need to follow what I'm saying
the words will be behind me or over there.
The first poem is called We Lived Happily During The War.
We Lived Happily During the War.
And when they bombed other people's houses, we protested.
But not enough.
We opposed them, but not enough.
I was in my bed, around my bed.
America was fallen.
Invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.
I took a chair outside and watched the sun.
In the sixth month of a disastrous reign
in the house of money, in a street of money,
in a city of money, in a country of money,
our great country of money,
we, forgive us, lived happily during the war.