The Lost Works of Shakespeare?

Some say that William Shakespeare wrote more plays and sonnets than are currently available. The claim is that these "lost works" have unfortunately been forgotten over time, although there is still a small group of individuals who are aware such works exist. 

Until now, the general public has never seen any of these writings. However, a sonnet has recently surfaced and it has all the tell-tale signs of the great Bard of Avon. While this work was purportedly written more than four centuries ago, it is amazingly similar to a work that was released in the early 1980s. See for your self...

Bill Shakespeare

 The Impervious Forest

'Tis akin to an impervious forest which forces one to ponder
What prevents one's own mind from going asunder
'Tis akin to an impervious forest which forces me to ponder
What prevents one's own mind from going asunder

Shards of glass scattered throughout the lot
Denizens relieve thine own bladders upon the stairwell, 'Tis obvious they care not.
I can tolerate thy stench within thy air no longer, nor thy village's cacophony
Alas! Mine own lacking of resources prevents my leave. I have no choice in the matter.
Vermin scurry within thy front chamber, and the breese infest thy corridor behind,
Drunkards prowl dark places betwix dwellings possessing axes to grind.
Lo! I made attempt for leave tho I was prevented to travel in due course

For the village constable made success in his labor to reclaim my riding horse.

Prithee thee make no attempt to taunt such unsettling circumstances for mine own disposition remains precarious
I labor intensively so mine own sanity is not vanquished

'Tis akin to an impervious forest which forces one to ponder
What prevents one's own mind from going asunder
'Tis akin to an impervious forest which forces me to ponder
What prevents one's own mind from going asunder

Waiting idly in thine home's entrance, peering through thine window
Be witness to thee hastened journey of carriages, roaring with all the rage of the wind
A mad witch inhabits a sack
Ingesting discarded refuse. In prior times she was the acquaintance of a more gentle fellow.
Her boast was of a seductive dance tripping on her toe,
Twas obvious thy glass jeweled princes had gone mad.
Within the bowels of tavern known for lascivious acts and witnessing thy lecherous men
A desperate effort to weave bold tales for acquaintances afar
Her recourse brought her to the town seeking charitable giving
Forced to acquire a whore's keeper, she'd proven ill successful in attempts at self-living

Prithee thee make no attempt to taunt such unsettling circumstances for mine own disposition remains precarious
I labor intensively so mine own sanity is not vanquished

'Tis akin to an impervious forest which forces one to ponder
What prevents one's own mind from going asunder
'Tis akin to an impervious forest which forces me to ponder
What prevents one's own mind from going asunder

Apparently there was several other stanzas to this sonnet, but they've yet to be released to the public. Stay tuned....