They are the poet elite who tell us "thou shalt not rhyme." (I ask "why?") They are the poet elite, who tell us "thou shalt not be so romantic." (I furrow my eyebrows) They are the poet elite who tell us "your words will not be flowing," (I feel sad), But until they have the heart of Byron, and until they have the depth of Pablo, I will not follow in their footsteps, I will follow in mine. |