I am sorry, Martin.
You deserved better.
You have a day named for you
which is something
but it is not enough.
You deserve more.

Children write compositions
in your honor
and people cite you
as a paragon of virtue.
Songs are written
about your fight against privilege
and your war against
the zombie menace.
Your name is bandied about
early and often
as testament to your ok enough in history.

Your greatness is assured
but you deserve still more.
You deserve a first rate poem
by a first rate poeter
not some half-assed
post-thought out
premie piece like this.

I am sorry, Martin.
Maybe next year.