By Joshua Gay
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I do not like free verse
I care not for its linguistic liberties
Nay
In its unrestrained lines
And rhythmless verses there is
An irksome quality with a
Biting reproach stings mine eyes
I am insulted
It tramples on the graves of poets long since past
It spits upon the headstones of
Bards those great men
With skill and patience to bind
Their highest machinations of thought in
Graceful girdles of meter
And rhyme
The abrasive stream of words harangue
Me and my soul wearies
Grated against the harsh
Soliloquy that would grieve e’en the
Beautiful mind of Shakespeare
Pain
Verily I detest it
I care not for
Inconsistency
In sound and syllable nay!
I cannot pardon it
No diction or mellifluous phrasing can
Atone for this crime
And utterly blasted
May I be
Should I ever forbear to indulge in this literary
Sin.
