Shakespeare

I once knew a Shakespeare, No, he didn't have the drench coat He didn't write like a poet either I once knew a Shakespeare, Who walked through cemeteries He stared at the stars, Alongside his ghostly friends Who would arise from their graves Just to visit him I once knew a Shakespeare, He thought j was mentally insane Why would I think such unnecessary things? Or ever more strangely, write them down? Why would I try to write poetry, when I clearly didn't have the capability? I once knew a Shakespeare, He was mute, And had to communicate with his hands As I walked beside him, He handed me a flower, stained in the color of magenta I knew he had finally come to understand As his lips curled at the edges And his freckles danced in constellations across his cheeks He was a Shakespeare, By the way his eyes were inked with a soulful black