[Shaun J. Russell]

Lawn, With Tam

He spent his days among the common man--
A common man himself, as he would write
In verses rarely humble or contrite,
And sorely lacking interest or élan;
And yet, it was not long ere fame began
To rear its hoary head for him, despite
The contrast of achievement and the plight
Of those he tried to not be greater than.

Would it have hurt so much for you to rhyme
Just once, at least, to show us that you could
Exemplify the standards of your art?
For one as you who had his place in time
Assured, for reasons seldom understood,
Could you not see your ego had no heart?