Rejected by Dossier

	Rejected by Dossier

Sometimes deboned, skin-deep its remains,
Sometimes untouched, its cargo it contains,
Dossier: reminder of an earlier passion,
When the written word was more in fashion.

Metaphors and similes, the old tools I see,
But something was lost in the years before me,
Beauty needs beauty, as butterflies a rose,
So why build poems on the junkyard of prose ?

If Picasso could draw as the artist he was,
If you lie secure in the truth of your cause,
Then surely it would be no heinous crime,
If the cursed things were made to rhyme ?

	Of course it's true we can have it all,
	(Ignore the alky's pathetic fall),
	Unmeasured by yesterday's rules,
	We'll never be tomorrow's fools.

	Why aspire to walk when we clearly run,
	The race is no test that's just begun,
	The end is the thing---we're already there.
	So say what you like; we won't care.

	Your age is past, there's no use crying,
	The future is ours, we'll brook no denying,
	You can rant, you can rave, you can choke on your fury,
	No matter your weight, we're your judge, court and jury.

	Those things you say, we could do if we chose,
	Who be you to threaten the Emperor's clothes ?
	Your talent, we feel, is tiny at best,
	Finish your rhyme, give up the rest !

That's it, we're done, I've said my piece,
You've listened so far, now earn your release,
Equal time I've granted; go do your share,
Print this work---let's see if you dare !