What would I do if my poetic license were revoked?
Sit in my room and cry like the ugliest child in the world.
I got it from a Cracker Jack box anyway
though I was hoping for a baseball card.
It must have restrictions anyway
because poetry should rhyme,
be sprinkled with violets and roses,
puppies, lovers, and sunsets,
but four lines and a single metaphor
do not a poem make.
If the gods of verse take it away,
I'll get another at Sears
where they're in a clearance bin
beside the car batteries