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Heir on Fire
Heir on Fire by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be Shelley’s heir, Just fourteen years old, and consumed by desire. Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? I went to work—pale, laden with care: why wouldn’t the words do as I aspired, when I wanted to Keats’s heir? My verse seemed neither here nor there. How the hell did Sappho tune her lyre? And why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? The journals laughed at my childish fare. Had I bitten off more than eagles dare when I wanted to be Byron’s heir? My words lacked Rimbaud’s savoir faire. My prospects were looking quite dire! Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? At fifteen I committed my poems to the fire, calling each goddess a liar. I just wanted to be Shakespeare’s heir. Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair? My Doctir’s Excus by Michael R. Burch, age 8 I can eggsplain why Im sick. Sick as a brick and my stule is thick. I came to school and I caught it from Rick. Now I’m sick as a brick and my stule is thick. I cant do my homework becus Im sick. I cant take tests becus Im a mess. Blame Rick, the prick! —signed, my doctir Ann Onimus PS, Thurd grade is hard enuff on kids nervs and bad graids make my simptoms worse! Liten up, doctir’s orders! Keywords/Tags: Heir, fire, Muse, Shelley, Keats, Sappho, Byron, Rimbaud, Shakespeare, student, sick, school, homework, desire, work, words, verse, poems
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