Poetry, Rules, Suits and such...
If there are no rules to life, how could there be rules for poetry? They are made up pretend rules; they make you think you know. THERE ARE NO RULES! NOONE KNOWS ANYTHING! That's my idea of a picnic! No rules, no flies...ok, flies are a rule...they seek food. LIKE STANK HO HUMANOIDS!. DO YOU SEE THE... Sign in to see full entry.