The assualt on the creativity of youth |
I wont sit back down, not today, When I refuse I wont hear them say, Analyze,No, not that way Cold words fill my ears, I wont follow them like steers, I wont today,No, not that way Sit back down, they will say, break up, tear at and away, Trace the lines, the stanza and meter, I wont, a poem is not a metric liter, They say Im the fool, who is the cheater, I will stand against this repulsive time Make his words his, and my words mine, They will force me, they hold the cleaver, With their syllabus, but with my words I am weaver, I will walk into class their fool, who is the cheater Cease these mornic ideals young man, Dont speak, join the others my little lamb, Trace the words the stanzas, I know you can, Fall in to place, dont climb a great height, You will fall, go quietly into the good night, Passion leaves, now walk the stage in that gown, My eyes will close, a sigh, then a heavy frown, I will go quietly, I will sit back down |