Set my Verses Free !
Brethren, Sistren, time has come,
To rend this rhet’ric chain
That keeps our poems tum-de-dum
And ends each line in train.
Enough ! Why must our efforts follow form ?
Enough ! Why must their rhyming be the norm ?
Enough, I say, bring forth the storm !
Blow down this old refrain !
I call on you, eschew all those
Whose meter always chimes.
You doubt how we with formless prose
Can fight these structured times ?
We must ! Until their villanelles concede.
We must ! Until their odes and sonnets bleed.
We must, I say, so take my lead:
Reject this curse of rhymes !