Revenge of the Poet

by thefoxdraws

“Make it rhyme,” he said.
He got into my head.
He took my free and flowing pen,
Made me use his instead.

“Watch this,” I say and smirk.
He’s disgusted by my work.
I walk away and blow his mind,
Waste no more time
For silly rhyme
And structure,
Limits,
Rules.

Now I’m playing by mine.

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