Ragged Art

Out, vile jelly! Sightless orb. Horrified, yet we absorb. Never sated, always thrilled, Captives to the ink he spilled. Our eyes thus peer through fingers tight; Coveting his wit, we write. The play’s the thing, its own reward, Yet emulate we our dear bard. For a moment, he draws near; Perchance, we dream, our verse endears. Nay, with scorn he soon departs: “Thou art a very ragged Wart.” ---------- musings on Shakespeare be Damned by John Lawless