This is derived from a free writing exercise I did...
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"The Boy from Stratford"

If Shakespeare were alive today,
he would have his hair in his eyes,
and he'd be friends
with Andy Warhol.
His friends would tell him,
to make a pornographic, art film.
He would reject the idea,
"Porn is dead," he would say.
Then somebody in the audience
would clap.

The same musings that went into
"Romeo and Juliet",
can be found in the lyrics of
a no-name musician
who does gigs
that pay 15 dollars,
and allow --
(a well evaluated)
twenty-seven to thirty minutes,
to properly dictate
his or her train of thought.

Yet, there is a boy from Stratford,
whose name is still unknown.
That particular boy will
transcribe his thoughts
in Comedy's and Tragedy's.
Then, through some kind of
anachronism,
he will be known
throughout Europe,
simply as, Shakespeare.

It bewilders me
to actually believe that
in a time of no radio
or television,
a man could convince
people
at the other end of Europe
to read his meditations
on Caesar,
and stay modest.

Then a boy who has the audacity
to think,
that point A and point B,
didn't correlate properly,
will be criticized,
for disrespecting a literary
figure.
In a stream
of conscientiousness,
his next thought would entail
something like --
"Fuck you".