Second Poem of the Week: Blake Speaks of Tiger

Somewhat off topic, I admit, but here is what I think William Blake might say about the tribulations of Tiger Woods:

The Tiger

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could have seen this one coming?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the wife's hand dare seize the 4 iron?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what Porn Star feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did She who called 911 smack Thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare send texts to such a group of skanks?

At least, that is what I think Blake would say.