If I were to write a poem,
I would not hold myself to silly rules.
End rhyme, diction, rhythm,
Along with all the other linguistic tools
Would have no place in my writing.
Imagery as well, would have to go.
I'd cast it out like weeds,
To let the true thoughts and emotion grow.
In fact, I may forsake
The Great and Almighty Line.
Such a thing
Could never help to enshrine
My name, my ideas,
My works of art in history.
Instead my orthodoxy
Would have me become a mystery.
If I were to write a poem,
My verse and I would be free.
My innovation would make me the best.
Most surely.
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