What A Poet Has To Do Poem by Poetical Analysis

A poet would write about whiskey and weed
And some, humdrum along about want & need
But a man just has got to get up and go
Less he be crushed under the stage of the show
An' them female folks can do all the more
If they plagued the poet like the shopping store
And a kids gotta know just how to foot the bill
Until they're lucky enough to get over the hill
A poet would write them all away with one stroke
Much like the slave dealer's encouraging poke
Much like a cigarette klan holding out till the end
Leaching away as much life as they can fend
Like a Nuclear Hero willing to use The Bomb
And the songs about him that're sure to be sung
A poet would push all this aside to get to the chase
The most effective means to insult the entire race
So, Plato is right, the poets should be slaughtered
And the legions of Empire with their blood should be watered
As sure as Roman Law and all the justice the Celts ever saw
If a poet can kill it then who is what's flaw
What would it matter if Plato was right
And sad poets could end The Republic's long night
Raise up the sun that needs no announcing
With the most feeble of utterances and inevitably drab pronouncing
Take out the stake from the hearts of the heathen
And do more than just be willing to believe them
A poet must die for the living to hear
All things about them she held dear

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