answer:Buckowski is a fucked up man—still I like him. The poem contains a contradiction—he’s asked to respect other people’s viewpoints but to hide his own. I suppose that’s point of what he’s saying—that society asks us for what it won’t allow us to take—but I’ve never felt limited in that way. Then again, I don’t believe in respecting everyone’s viewpoint against all reason, nor do I feel any need to hide mine. Perhaps my superego is faulty. I don’t know what all the stuff is about age and life waste. I’d be curious to hear someone interpret that.