Poets are such bad employers,Muses ought to Organize:Time off, sick pay, danger wages --Come, ye wretched of the skies!
Poets, to reverse the story,Muse-redeemed, return and live:Solomon in all his gloryCould not pay for what you give.
PS.
Breathing too is a simple trick, and most of us learn it:Still, to lose it is bad, though no-one regrets it long.
