keats my ass

of poets true, and still i'm told
romance past is truer still
i will not understand until
Keats afflicts my very soul

I know Sweet Fanny quite a bit
and love, I know that shit
my heart once fluttered
my tongue once stuttered
now in silence i simply sit

I know of fannies soft and thin
of poets false, and my dark sin
romance lost, the endless lie
your heart broken, so is mine
and that is how the end begins

I know Sweet Fanny, so do you
and love, i think you know it too
your heart is shattered
apologies never mattered
only poetry..my dear.. my love...

that is true.