The Political Poet
I really LUV the way they try to see
A poet’s politics. The latest life
Of Keats puts forward a pitiful plea
To think of him as if the loving strife
Inside him isn’t quite the point. His heart
And lungs were doomed and we’re supposed to care
About the snippets that he wrote apart
From loves that were his greatest? Why not spare
Us such gauche handed distraction? He loved
His family and Fanny—and his verse.
Who thinks we should have his politics shoved
Down our mourning throats? Naw. What could be worse?
..The loony bin is where they put that Pound
Because his goose step politics weren’t sound.
