I am the next Shakespeare:
I speak with no fear.
For I kill all doubt before
It spreads
Through my veins.

As I bend my head, I think deep
And that feeds
My outstanding need for poetry.

I hear my confidence crushing.
Cruel thoughts creeping in,
Trying to trespass in my fear-free gut.

But tough as a bough,
I am stuck on the same goal.
Even the zillion hurled stones
Coming from
Rotten mouths can’t crumple my spirit.
For I, the bad bard,
Am the poet-
I am the next Shakespeare.