A little devil sat on Shakespeare's shoulder Poking at him with Dante's pitchfork Whispering poison into his ear: "Marlowe is better, those revenge tragedies Are immense. Bennie J's poetry is skillful and correct And after you will come Marvell Yeats and Blake. You don't know them now, but Everyone else will And these pissant tragedies And lame comedies All those boring histories And your deathly sonnets Will fall into an ocean of Mediocrity Heck you will only be able To leave your old lady Your second best bed. Give up, Billy boy No one will read ya after You are dead!" Austen perched herself upon a bough Reading future copies of Harper's Bazaar New York Times and as much of various Gossip mags as her bad angel would allow. Devouring the scandals and the c list news And thinking to herself how nothing Much changes, whilst crying along To Joni's "Blue". She was not sure what a dishwasher was Or a coffee machine, but she was sure Richard made the wrong choice, Then settled back down to reading about Some Kardashian's new Rolls Royce. Her Angel was left with nothing to do. Sweet Jane was a wap grrl doing It for herself, Worrying over old maidens, at 25 Being left up upon society's Unpopular reject shelf. One leaned over to t'other Swapping stories about who Married who's sister or brother, Which wedding got wrecked, Who was pursuing whom Either to the Chapel, or the Tomb. Billy boy sighed, he was wearing A filmmaker's disguise, As Austen was deciding whether To use Janey's Gotta Gun or Some New York velvet fun As her theme tune. "What say we bail?" He asked her politely She took his hand And they stepped away Sending the twilight Reeling madly. The better angels of writers Sit in the bleachers and the stables Playing cards and pontoon Huddled in the very furthest rooms Of the tallest of Heaven's towers Sighing over fairy queens Overflowing natural bowers And wondering if you give a Human a pen and a fire in their belly Will they write the ultimate story Or end up staring blindly at Netflix on the telly. Jane and Bill broke open A packet of ranch flavored Chips Licked the grease from their Fingers And imbibed some more Dreary Sitcom Shit.