Oh, I wrote it for the glory

Oh, I wrote it for the glory Now I’m feeling kinda whorey For again I came up short She got half of what she sought For the pens of others reign From the Jordan to the Seine While mine at last report Just cut against the grain But I wrote it for the glory My sadly pensive story Full of lies and sweet deceit Prostrated at your feet For the rules so boldly flaunted Resound like empty houses – haunted As the scratching of my pen Makes Shakespeare spin again So, if you write just for the glory The outcome may be oh so gory If those fifteen lines of verse Went from somewhat bad – to worse