Writing is an Art

Writing is an art, so they said,
And bullied rules and restrictions in my way,
They said each line 4 rhymes,
Each rhyme four times,
For writing is an art to be respected and revered.

They followed me around, noses over my shoulder,
Striving to understand what I wrote about,
They said keep an eye on him he is a rebel,
His thoughts are scattered his minds it swivels,
He understands not writing is an art to be respected and revered.

They listened not to my words as I spake to them,
They reacted not to the thoughts I gave to them,
They said tis corruption of the mind to listen to a lesser,
In thoughts he is weak he cannot address us,
For writing is an art to be respected and revered.

They whispered my name on streets,
They talked of my work in alleys,
They said he knows no rules the world he treats,
Like its in his hands, like it has no boundaries,
He doesn't see writing as an art to be respected and revered.

They warned against my teachings claiming each to be fallacy,
That every word I spoke was to be thrown in disregard,
They said he lies to you its plain to see,
The man is young he knows not, and its quite sad,
That writing is an art to be respected and revered.

He has too much emotion! They claimed in disgust,
He has no style poor structure unlearned,
His lines are too short his rhyme comes too fast,
How on earth can we show this poor young lad,
That writing is an art to be respected and revered.

We sat together both parties of different views,
They showed me Shakespeare Nash Kipling and Macaulay,
I showed the Marcus Kevin Cynthia and Stu,
And we understood on that very day,
That writing is an art to be respected and revered.

They spake some and I spake more,
Expounding on each others styles,
Wordplay wisdom and poems galore,
And I saw though it took me a while,
That writing is an art to be respected and revered.