Cubist Composition

It’s all been decided for me I was told to get up and go To reap the harvests for free Which I had no idea to sow In a competition of fictions The most plausible won I bargained three new convictions For the price of the cheapest one I invested them in three essays Which I was relieved to forget I walked through the Roman arcades I rested on faraway sand I drank from the springs of wisdom And ate from the plates of good Almost lost my immune system Survived though wasn’t too shrewd I bet this plot is predetermined It’s all been decided, you see I gave my word to return it But still I keep it with me.