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The poem turns self-mockery into a blunt little creed, linking poetic struggle with foolishness and a stark brush with God.

The repetition of Poetry is Hard makes the statement feel both comic and exhausted, as if the speaker is trapped inside the fact of making poems. Calling oneself a fool without circus strips away performance and glamour, leaving only exposed absurdity. Definately God lands as a jagged conclusion, suggesting that difficulty itself becomes a kind of rough spiritual proof.

A four-line typed poem bracketed by its title, 'Poetry is Hard', which names the speaker as 'the fool / Without circus' and ends on 'Definately God'.

Repeating the title at top and bottom turns the complaint into a frame the poem cannot get out of. A fool without a circus is foolishness with no stage or audience to excuse it, and against that bare exposure the speaker offers God as the one certainty, stated flatly and with the misspelling left standing. The tone is half joke, half confession.