An Infamous Poet
The papers lay pitifully on the wooden pile
Hungry for a scholars ink
The pen pine to be touched
Not with empty inspiration
But words that drip endlessly
And there I sit
Watching their anguish
Not Bard of Avon or Homer
Just an infamous poet
Who Yearn to be loved
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