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.