Poets Poem by Matthew Holloway

Are we all mad, I ask
Only those I admire
My idols and inspiration
My tutors of the craft
Seem to be all at sorts
Drunkards and suicidal
Poets of great name
And wondrous reputation
Poets of such acclaim
Who are still read post death
Poets, poets, poets
Who I love having not met
Yet I know almost well
By reading poetry
They all had a fate
Seemingly beautifully tragic
A life as such lived
Why Would anyone wish
To be like those we idolise
For it is insane to want
A life as mad as that