Written a thousand poems,
Likely over a million words.
Wretch,
Hunched over a keyboard.
Typing as might a million monkeys,
Reproducing Shakespeare.
My first goal post,
That dead Elizabethian.
3500 or bust.
Bradburne,
Mere 2500 after that.
The Infinite Hunger,
Drives me forwards.
Grins all the way.
The Most Prolific Poet Of All Time.
