Indeed, fine bard write me a poem about thy self? If you would be so inclined, lest I call me less savoury acquaintances upon you
A threat to a poet is a dangerous game
If you are pointing a gun double check your aim
Nevertheless here you art
A poem about me I will depart
I am the poet of a long dead nation
Come to tear you from salvation
And deliver you to damnation
So open your mouth for my prayer
Create monsters bring hem near
Give our children sick nightmares
Give us all a reason for tears
Write us all a tragic life
End it with some comic relief
Make our deaths funny to all
Make the sane laugh at our fall
God of poets, I like that name
God or fool ill ryhme the same