Both Poets and Writers of the past
Had a tendency to come from a privelaged class
Who used their education to write magnificent prose
They used old familly money
To publish to the gentry
In a time
When the common working man
Whos heart was full of rhyme
Held them all inside
A prisoner of his time
Now all his thoughts
Are 6 feet under ground
And for that simple reason, the greatest poets never been found
So for those of education
And snobbery abound
One day your thoughts and words
Will be burried underground
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