The Rebel Poet

Authority figures, teachers and scholars
Tell me to think for myself;
Then grade my answers right and wrong
Based on an answer key kept on the shelf.

Write a poem that’s unique and original;
No structure - of your own free verse,
But before you put pen to paper,
Please listen to these strict rules first.

You will never get anywhere in life
If you don’t conform to societal rules;
I’m told by mentors in lemming suits
Taking me for one of their fools.

“Flowers are red young man,
And green leaves are green.”
Quoted from the verse of a Harry Chapin song;
Words I find so very obscene.

So give me an “F” and flunk me out,
Cause I finger my nose at you,
Tell me my free verse doesn’t conform
To its definition in your view.

I go to the formal in my birthday suit;
I use the salad fork to eat my meat;
I don’t care to conform for conformity’s sake
And don’t care if you find my position weak.

Be proud of yourself for sticking to your guns
And being exactly like every other clone;
I have no problem being the only one
Living on my own island all alone.

I’ll write a poem and call it free verse,
Or call it Charlie or Plankton or Pete,
And chuckle at those I’ve offended so
Knowing my portfolio is quite complete.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Phipps Avatar
August 22, 2010 at 1:52 PM
LOOOOVVEEE this! Clever, cute, charming, witty, funny. I identify much and will stop and lift my glass to make a toast to you, for being brave enough to say what many of us think and do what many of us wish we had the courage to. "Here's to nonconformity!"
Gorelick Avatar
August 21, 2010 at 10:03 PM
Well, this speaks to me in a very loud voice. Rules, rules..rules. I can see adhering to a certain form..but with all the rules of rhyme, meter, syllable count,. etc..etc...its a wonder we all dont run down the street screaming. I love your poem..lets see..thats 4 syllables, unrhymed..and speaks to feelings and not nature...lol...lol BG
Neels Avatar
August 21, 2010 at 9:11 PM
Exactly Joe.. How many people out there have tried to express themselves through writing and then being told you didn't do it right? Some are thick skinned they can take it.. But what about the ones that felt this was there only outlet and being told here you don't fit in either?
Neels Avatar
August 21, 2010 at 8:57 PM
Joe this has to be one of my favorites, I sometimes feel rules puts us in a box where thinking for yourself is not allowed.. Its not a case of not wanting to adhere to rules, its just a question of room to be a little flexible. If you have time read my "an occasional necessity" which culminated from hearing the word rules pop up too much! Enjoyed your view ¤ Wilma
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