A godalmighty belch

When I have seen by Time's fell hand debased
The rich-proud loss of outworn buried dung,
When sometimes language structures are replaced,
Grammatically from the mortal tongue.
When I have seen the hungry bison gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
I yawn exhausted suffering in my brain,
For writing high-flown sonnets is a chore.
When I have seen such international hate,
Or spoken many times of mystic health,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
That Time will make a godalmighty belch.
This thought is as a death which cannot fog,
We bring you "Famous People on the Bog".

Shall I compare thee to a pile of —

        OH, SHUT UP NOW!

And if a little more patience you would have
We'd bring you "Famous People on the Lav".