Ode 2 My Poetry

Why can't I do it how I want to do it? Been told my rhymes are sophomoric - at best I may violate pentameter but I write what I like Why must it pass some journal's vapid test? Behind a block of writers I've been hiding Cowed by thoughts of editing snafus Trying to write deep, intensive tomes of valid lore Only to be chastened and abused There's elegance found in concise expression Saying all the world in just a line No matter that I know this, I belabor all my thoughts Create elegies for elegance in time Onomatopoeia is my best friend And alliteration waltzes through my dreams Thoughts chatter, clatter, chirp and clunk around about my head Demanding that they be released in streams And after I have done what I have done here Exposed my heart by opening my head I send it forth with hope that someone will enjoy my words And get rejection letters only, in their stead Won't you like my poem - just a little? I promise it won't be a trite conceit I don’t emulate the standard ways of any other writer But you've called my words monotonous and cheap But yet my writing keeps on remonstrating That whether it be ballad or blank verse It should be able to do, just exactly what it feels like And it finds your journal editing perverse It says it does not care if it is published Doesn't want you to consider it profound For if you did, it might become repetitive and common And make cool people, like me, put it down But won't you like my poem just a little? At the least - you could be non-committal