3 bullets to your heart
How you did your part
To remain relevant
As genius poet
Two jealous women
Adultery is a sin
But guilt ain’t why
You decided to die
It was the worshipping
That you were craving
You knew it would fizzle
Then the usual dismissal
Fans move on
You as poet all done
So you got dramatic
Overboard the trick
Left lover and wife
Ended your own life
Yes you’re remembered
Better poets continued
To stand to live as men
Writing from within
Hearts still beating
Yours decomposing
50 years later
Living life matters
Real poets alive
They don’t take the dive.