Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
Because it's conventional doesn't make it right or wrong.
Someone started it. Someone can change it. Someone can make it better.
Reunion doesn't have to be a 10years thing.
Poetry doesn't have to follow the rules of dem Shakespeare, Wilde.
Rap doesn't have to be a must-like-this this or must-like-that.
The world evolves. Times change. People change. Methods too can change.
There are exceptions tho.