Utterances perhaps sent forth
Looking for acclaim
in this world,
But no one I can find
writes a line of poetry
anymore, Ms. Moore.
I blame the war on rhyme,
Though not to rhyme
is not a crime, except
when it is.
I read such academic lines
and wonder but at least
they don't rhyme.
Such acolytes must abhor
the unprocessed word
of such a bore
as I.
They must strip rhyme
anytime it should
appear.
While such as I
just spit, a line
and there it
sits and
rhymes.
To hold deep thoughts
at a minimum must
the academic
as he defends
his polemic.
Ms. Moore, I respectfully disagree,
business documents
aren't poetry.
Except in the hands
of academics
who write
the epics
of today,
unread.
12/01/10
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