Ernest and F. Scott
Didn't pay their dues
To be sure
They had miserable
Self-indulgent lives
But that came mostly
After their greatness
When others
Drunk on their celebrity
Tempted them
For those who believe
Writing is a craft
To be worked slowly
In the dead of night
Draft after draft
Year after year
Their example must be
Especially cruel
God struck both men
With greatness
In their twenties
So save your plane tickets
To the cafes of Paris
Throw away your books
About Gertrude Stein
And the Lost Generation
Cancel your courses
On creative writing
Go outside
Grab a lightning rod
And pray