I have a problem with the rhymers, it
is something in their prose;
it’s a thing to which they won’t admit,
but I think it’s on the nose.
The metric of the meter provides
a rigid cage for them
to push and shove and fit inside
the words to match their whim.
These rules once set and locked
lay out the path ahead
but I see it as creatively blocked
as the rhyme by the nose they are led.
So free verse truly appeals to me,
my own path I must cut and make,
the rhymers say it lacks discipline, see
I think more discipline it takes.