I don't want to turn this into fucking poetry corner or anything but is there anything better than Langston Hughes on form?

What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.Or does it explode?
(Langston Hughes)