What shall I do sans juice?!?
As of mockeries written in the 1600s,
They remain stagnant at best.
Dead bard –
Devoid of modern educations, wisdoms, & knowledge.
Yet we revere him as some sort,
Of literary saint!
Callous whinging sycophant.
You half cocked imbecile!
Not fit to lick mud from boots.
See?
Easy.
“Ill-nurtur’d, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, O’erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold, Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice”
