Contempt Of What This Is Poem by Paul Moosberg

Contemporary poetry
Seems to restrict my visions
For I find rhymes without deliberation

Yes, I am a Hallmark card
American Greetings in a cage
Those who think my poems suck
Can show me how I don't care

So I journey through the pipes
To squeeze my shadow's soul
But all I want is to hear
To see what I am

And when I wrote this poem
All of it rhymed, as I can not help
But I can change it, Yet didn't want to
Since it is not my notions
Of what this was