Oh What a Rogue and Peasant Slave Am I

by Joseph Lewis

OH what a rogue and peasant slave am I
to think I could write like an ancient bard--
I might as well try to grow wings and fly
or maybe think about another trade.
I don’t have a Dark Lady or Friend
and Nature's become a tired metaphor--
I suppose I could write about the End
but that's been done too many times before.
Nor am I blind like poor old Milton
who justified the ways of God to Man.
I guess I could say I'm being postmodern
by writing the way the Immortals can.
All I can say is that I've done my best
to write a sonnet and win the contest!

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