Poems don’t have to rhyme, free verse it isn’t a crime 
I can write what I please—don’t call the police.
Must I play the game, both rhyme *and* spill intimate things?
Can I develop leitmotifs without rhyming riffs?
I could claim I’m writing prose - yeah, be one of *those*.
No one can rhyme all the time.
I can refuse—I’m no Dr F-ing Seuss,
**** it! ← See? THAT didn’t rhyme.
(*sirens in the distance*)
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Fun songs for this:
Ain't It Fun by Paramore
It's All Your Fault (with Katie Shore) by Asleep At The Wheel