What is it worth to write in form
With ancient English so proper and worn
Trying to give birth to what’s already born
While eyes buffer to fetishized word porn

What is it worth to rack up awards
From high-browed high horses on all fours
Saying that which must’ve been said before
In the name of waxing antiquated gourds 

What is it worth to write like the holy canon
Who wrote when literacy was mandatory famine
For so many with potential met with abandon
When a wealth of tongue was but for mammon

What is it worth to be a timeless voice
When so many were buried without a choice