I suppose I am a FormalistWith my adherence to scheme and rhymeNo doubt I am a simpletonAdmiring structured meter, verse and time.
But to liberate so unshackledWords and phrases off the RackThe world of poetry is lessenedBy the rise of the artless hack.
Though one can Pound poetry’s traditionsAnd flowery

             gimmicks

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                                      for you

I wager the Bard remains unimpressedAs his dog howled free verse too.