Prophet

BASTARD sped clergymen

Sums collected,

Express traveled,

Strangely fantasied,

Possessed of idle dreams,

Not knowing, but full of fear.

Prophet me streets,

Sing in rude rhymes

To hundreds treading:

Highness up your crown.

-Job

(Remix poem based on excerpt from Shakespeare’s King John: Act 4, Scene 2)

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