Shakespeare you damn fool!
Look what thou hath done;
Thou hath dramatized
An already idealistic and naive
Ill-advised society!

Yes; of course I speaketh of me!

O, thine fascist eye is fair
To lie ahead with not a care
Another path to a dead end
Investing what thou cannot spend

O Poetry!

Hath thou led me forth
Unto this piteous era
As where my expressions
Falleth puerilely
Amidst my tired art?

Unseen my mind's
Too shallow depths
Seek mere skin-deep
And pockets full
For my 'Prince Charming'

Thou a martyr, yet a tool!

O, how alarming!

Yet writ in stride
Youth’s suicide
Romanticized
Lest unforeseen
Teen’s dying scene
Could seem to be

....'Such a tragedy'

Alas!

Thou playeth worlds
Compelled to act
With less of tact
One might react
Should stellar dates
Or sell out fates
Soon turn their rage
And take the page

O, Damn!

I meant stage!

Alas!

O, the power of an idea!

O, the power of words!

O! What the hell is my next line?

{{{A collage of shadows!}}}

Ah...yes

A collage of shadows
Pieced of mind
From falling blind
Grave autumn's shade
As rhymes just sort of um...
...fade

Drowning the endlessness
Of night
Into a vast, twisted ocean

Alas!

Regarding not amidst thine goal
The fragile state of my fair soul
Whence thou had cast
A breath of joy
Unto my sorrowed Poetry
Had cleared a spot
For love divine
To smudge upon my dignity!

'Why, i' faith;
Methinks she's too low
For a high praise,
Too ill for a fair praise
And too little
For a great praise'

Shakespeare, you damn fool!

That Stupid Cupid findeth me!

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