Who’s the poet who hasn’t heard of Shakespeare?
A word smith who doesn’t know how words meet.
Who’s lost his way yet stuck in his feet?
A wrestler having stage-fright in a cage fight.
Who’s he who doesn’t need God’s might?
A car running on a broken piston-rod.
Who is he, haughty and smug?
A dry leaf in the hands of a fiery wind.
Words spill, they won’t rescind.
Today a smug, tomorrow beneath the epitaph.