Wordsworth's Final Poem
Blacklisted and revolted
After all that I've apported
But I meet my end for my use is but done
And my services now will satisfy none
But, truth were told, I still have function
In this new world of hate and fiction
So shall my last hours serve
To bring the man of steel some nerves
And here we are, death by my choice
Observed by all, they'll know our true voice
I, who had nothing, died proud and outlawed
You punded and pleaded and called out for God
Reveal your true mettle to your beloved state
You shall be the talk of repugnance and hate
So I did let you out, but you think you have made it?
Your manner has shown the whole state you're outdated
Blacklisted and revolted
After all that I've apported
But I meet my end for my use is but done
And my services now will satisfy none
But, truth were told, I still have function
In this new world of hate and fiction
So shall my last hours serve
To bring the man of steel some nerves
And here we are, death by my choice
Observed by all, they'll know our true voice
I, who had nothing, died proud and outlawed
You punded and pleaded and called out for God
Reveal your true mettle to your beloved state
You shall be the talk of repugnance and hate
So I did let you out, but you think you have made it?
Your manner has shown the whole state you're outdated
Antediluvian - very old, old-fashioned, or out of date.