Ethereal Etheree

I refuse to comply with contests whose requirements are nigh impossible, amuse the contest-setter with my inadequate and bound-to-lose creations. An old-school kind of guy, I hold outmoded, prehistoric views: am frankly somewhat disinclined to vie with writers who (I’ll be blunt) abuse the edicts handed from on high, namely, poets pay their dues (so call me due-or-die), not with modern ruse, but rather by songs whose blues defy cues.