Poets and Poetry

I'm sitting here with a glass of stale shiraz, it's 10 at night and I'm trying to read (and understand) Lowell's, The Pious Editor's Creed. So who's to say that Dan Quayle (or is it Kwell) or our kids nowadays can't spell? Maybe they read too much Chaucer or Lowell.

I du believe in Freedom's cause,
Ez fur away ez Payris is;
I love to see her stick her claws,
In them infarnal Phayrisees;
It's wal enough agin a king
To dror resolves an' triggers, --
But libbaty's a kind o' thing
Thet don't agree with niggers.

If you want to read the rest you can go here. Or you can buy my classic collection so I 'll have money to go on a trip, instead of sitting here reading dead peoples' poetry.