This time there are no rules
For with rules come restraint
And now is not the time
For such things like ink
Require restraint.
Let repetition sing in snare
As sky freshens air
With every new drip
We could all take a tip
But difference is in those
Who listen,
And those who can only hear.
Fortunately the only test for water
Is want or not to drink,
But when it comes to testing ink,
We would have to ask,"What do the others think?"
Configure the pen,
Color it red,
And say it is just for emergencies.
Sell it again and live to do it again
     and improve it again and sell it again
          and trim corners again and justify again
And.

Sure, I could play that 'gain game...
However I decline. Because this time
There are not any rules