Who cares if anyone’s still counting beans?
Now freedom of expression is the rage,
and it’s important that you break the mould,
and no one wants to stay within the lines
because an artist must be free to fly,
experiment, and to express himself,
or herself, free of all extraneous
restraints for spontaneity is key
when painting or when writing poetry.
It doesn’t matter how a nun may feel
about her convent’s narrow room or if
a hermit is contented in his cell.
A poet is a prisoner when forced
to follow any rhythm but his own.
For after all, a poem’s anything
and everything a poet says it is.
Da dum, da dum, da dum, da dum is dumb!
There’s no one left who still is counting bean
except for those whose souls are shriveled up
and are without an ounce of poetry
that anyone will ever care to hear.