I looked into the face of his poetry

It was laced with symmetry

Quite repugnant to me you know

For there need not be a fluidic flow

Contradiction spices the mind to action

And innovation is fostered by the ember

Of that which is not ordinary

Labor my mind to be constructive

Your poetry should smack my ego about

Make me want to shout or pout

Do not insult me with words

That will not put the fire to me

Mace me 'til I'm fighting mad

Or lace me 'til I'm with ecstacy glad

We're in the ring, the bell has rung

Now force the Muses to lead you

To amuse, confuse or elate me

It is your charge, surely you see

Now offer up your mighty works

Let me peruse and delight

In the song your mind has brought to light