Dead Poets Society

Don't be a poet
Be a critic,

It's easier
No need to put a with a
Or b with b, feel free
To write complicated theses
Deconstructing the notions
That Wordsworth is dead

There's always advertising
Directing creation
Of below the line, well read
Ten foot high signs
Proselytising to
The nine out of ten people
Who know that Wordsworth is dead

Try politics
Put a torch under your sacred
Traditions, stamp on reason
Hide your past treason
Run to the streets with blow by blow manifestos
That shout 'Wordsworth is dead'

Maximise your potential
Stretch the envelope
We're talking a win-win situation here
Playing hardball here
A results-driven proactive scenario.
The bottom line is that Wordsworth is dead.

On the head mate
Phroar, Look at the tits on that, great
Don't fancy yours much
Wordsworth? He's dead mate.