I cannot count the times that I,
Beneath nose upward turned,
Was scolded toward a rule-set
Each living thing has learned.
\"Poetry doesn\'t have to rhyme.\"
Oh really? You don\'t say?!
\"Sounds old and antiquated;
Just not the proper way.\"
Which is it then, you endless bore?
Is there option at all?
\"Only a true maste-\"
Just - grow some fucking balls.
Ever heard of William Blake?
Of Dickinson or Poe?
Your slice of life is godless,
More music in my toe.
The sanctified antiquated?
I\'d good-god-damn hope so.
Divinity wrestled from the fog\'s
The one and only show.