If there is anything about literature that I truly hate,
It’s the effort that it takes us to try and negotiate
Rhyming words into the closing of parallel lines.
I’m honestly asking you this: Who has the time?
You might find that your poem fits and flows better,
If you stop worrying about the final cluster of letters,
If you stopped forcing unwilling images to come out,
And if you stopped filling your lines with so much self-doubt.
So when you next think of a rhyme that doesn’t fit, show it,
Because a poem doesn’t fit a rhyme, a poem fits the poet.
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