Hello there, I just want to make a poem
By employing all the rules of my own
Without thinking of the rigid rundown
Elements that slap and get me smack down
Assonance, consonance harshly bounce at me
Rhyme, rhythm, repetition scolding me
Simile, metaphor, arousing me
Oops! I reject them and their family
Hello there, I just want to make a poem
By employing all the rules of my own
So I keep writing like a walking pen
It flows, glows, and blows whenever I went
I am a whity paper wearing wrap
So I can tackle any kind of scrap
I am the greatest poet ever exist
Like the greatest drama with its plot twist
Oouch! The reality is slapping me
I just live on my freaky fantasy
Don't you see if there is an irony?
Hiding behind this freaking fluttery
Poem's elements where I want to hide from
Already sticking in this writing form
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