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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.

Opening placard: poet as circus-less clown with 'Definately God' planted beside him like a shrug-shaped creed.

The title repeats at top and bottom, giving the page the shape of a sandwich rather than a poem. Inside that frame, the joke about a fool without his circus sits flush against the bare assertion of God, so the epigram isn't arguing faith so much as shelving it next to the day job of writing. The misspelled 'Definately' does real work: it's how somebody actually says the word once they're done debating it.