Arbitrary

By: A.C. Cash

They tell me to show,

Not to tell.

Use my words.

Don’t rebel yell.

I’m trying too hard.

The prose cannot flow.

After all, you’re the expert

On how art should go.

You say,

“Always avoid stanza and song!”

Declaring that quatrains are bad.

“You’re chopping it all wrong!”

You don’t scare me,

Arbitrary.