Who you can and cannot be.
Ask Shakespeare if it was he.
Writer of play an noble verse
but not a man of that birth
or was it duke or elite group
the mind of a peasant can't produce.
Poor circling thoughts go nowhere
to rich in title ideas found aware
A sacrificial lamb the simple man
for he is without crown in hand.
He only the pawn of dangerous plans.
Fortune gained and fortune lost
Strength of mind a tarnished cost.
I have read this and definitely want to make some revisions. It's funny whenever writing associates with writing I seem to have a lack of thoughts.