He Has Fooled Everybody

He has fooled everybody, he really did, Pompous, longwinded, and vain. He's laughing at you, with his superior id, Though years in the Earth, he has lain. He said it was poetry, of the common man, And like fools, all believed what he said. All know his name, all through the land, He's more popular now that he's dead. Some call him the Homer, of the land of the free, But that makes no sense at all. I've read his stuff, and forgot it, but that's me, Man I thought he had some gall. Yet it's not only me, I've read Frost, and Poe, And their words are emblazoned in my soul. They weren't just another guy named Joe, Their words had the value of gold. His poems are forgettable to say the least, Nothing of his sticks in my mind. I think secretly he was laughing in jest, At how many fools were one of a kind.