The Battle

Ok, word,
Lets get down to it.
You wrote sonnets,
When all the girls wore bonnets.
You went to grammar school,
Just like I did,
But like a kid
No, wait.
By age sixteen,
You were versed,
In one hundred forms,
Of rhetoric.
I did it by my self,
Cant buy that off the shelf.
So ok Shakespeare,
I want to hear your words,
Unless they,
Become turds,
Just in the passing.


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