The stars of modern poems a legacy have left,
A new decree that they strongly suggests,
Would be to end the rules of verse
To enter into a Universe
Wherein our mimicking art may express,
The dread of life and their lack of interest,
Without the prison bars of regulations,
Or archaic traditions.
What right-wing capitalists would those sages be,
They’d feel contempt in listening to me,
For it is my view that rules are guides of old,
Which to the innocent have wisdom told.