The Deal

Editor:

    It's true; in early modern times,
    They crafted measured lines, had rhymes.
    However, now the world's advanced.
    We don't need works that lilt or dance,
    But something natural, not a show,
    That comes right from the heart, you know?
    Alright! So here's my final deal...
    I think the piece is great, yet feel
    A few adjustments here and there
    Will better it: if you can pare
    The stanzas, meter, and rhyme scheme,
    The end result will suit the theme.
    Then, once revised, send it to me.
    I'll go through it, and we shall see.

Me:

    So chiefly, what you've tried to say
    Is I should fiercely take away
    My poem's blood stream, bones, and head
    And let it suffer, partly dead.
    To meet your asinine desire,
    I cannot set my piece on fire.
    To follow such a dumb demand
    Will not just make my piece all bland
    (Just like your poorly-knitted words,
    Devoid of taste and all absurd),
    But make it weak to my own eyes.
    Please keep your chaffy rank advice.
    I'll happily explore and roam
    To find, for it, another home.

Shamik Banerjee

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Shamik Banerjee would be pleased to hear them