Poetry
What is poetry
Is it an art
Of highest property
Well it's true to my heart
Are there real muses
That enlighten us so
We can know its many uses
Like singing of woe
A tale about gore
Or loves passions told
Is what poetry's for
What value it holds
And what's so chilling
About rhyming a verse
It isn't all that thrilling
But it could be much worse
Maybe I'm just raving
But with poetry today
There's nothing worth saving
It's all in decay
The only good writing
Is either eccentric or insane
Cause when you're really trying
It ends up mundane
Thats why I'm just taking my time
So free flowing and unrefined
My work can turn on a dime
Cause it just floats to my mind
So don't worry about rhythm
Or if it will rhyme
Don't conform to a system
You'll just waste your free time