Writing By Numbers


 

Here I rot on a rock of shame
convicted fourteen years past
on trumped up charges quite lame
My ignorance defense went nowhere fast

The word judge would not be swayed
that I knew not proper rhyming schemes
Quaint ancient rules that MUST be obeyed
Structure rebels are deemed obscene

To my last breath I will debate
the merits of substance over style
I’d rather you ponder what I create
than count the syllables I compile     

Or even these jive sonnet line calculations 
as I petulantly perform my penance probation

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