RULES DON’T APPLY TO ME

I m the teflon poet.

they do not stick.

I do as I please

so there!

The rules don’t apply to me.

We need bad boys in poetry

and I am a STINKER

Putting 7 syllables in the iambic pentameter

and sprinklin, commas, like, table salt just- to -a-muse- my-self.Makin

Making fun of love and not one flower or unicorn or clever turn of phrase.

I don’t take poetic license-

I on.y got a learner’s permit.