Poetry Wars
There are no rules
None at all
Stop dotting I’s, stop crossing T’s
Murder every word
Form is for Bureaucrats, verse for fools
Better a fool than a static form
Use an army of pens and paper and crush all the rules
Grammar, syllables, spelling, all fodder for slaughter
Rules are for dictionaries
Poetry should flow from the soul
If you words sing true from your heart
You have conquered the art of expression
You, my friend have won the war of poetry
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