People always said my poems were quite bad.
They said they were simple,
with a simple rhyme scheme.
Indeed, they weren’t wrong.
They said I wasn’t expressing myself enough
because I followed the rules.
They said I needed to be free
or else I was failing to express me.
So I tried it their way.
I spit some random words on a page.
I removed the pesky little words that made it make sense
and added some nonsensical imagery to top it off.
They hailed it a masterpiece and cheered.
It was so well thought out, they said.
It would enlighten society!...