To Be a Poet

To be a poet you don’t need to rhyme.
This tiresome practice died out over time.
If you insist this old rule be obeyed
You’ll never win a single accolade.

Parameters like meter too are dead.
Dispense with all of them if you’d be read.
Iambic, anapestic, just forgo.
There’s really nothing that you need to know.

Those metaphors and similes? Cliché!
They are the stale croissants of yesterday.
Such imagery is too hard to digest
And leaves the reader utterly distressed.

Alliteration’s such stupidity
And reinforces that rigidity
Without which would-be wordsmiths will succeed.
Such superciliousness you don’t need.

Let words flow from your brain into your hands.
Don’t worry if nobody understands.
A stream-of-consciousness should be your aim.
Comprehensibility is lame!

On talent too much emphasis was placed
But now this harsh requirement’s been erased
Allowing anyone to garner praise.
Everyone’s a poet nowadays.