The Rules of Art
(A pedagogical discourse)
Laurence Overmire
Rules
Schmules
There Ain’t no Rules to life
Buddy
That’s the point
Go which way you will
It doesn’t matter
Cause there ain’t no matter
To matter about
So don’t tell me
My poet-tree
Has gotta be the way you want it to be
If I speak with a lisp
And it don’t sound pretty
I’ll rama lama ding like Conway Twitty
And don’t tell me
About tired clee-shays
Sometimes, somewheres they speak
truer than you
It all depends on the voice, you see
I listen to life
I listen to me
And sometimes, by God, I listen to you
And it all comes together
In time and space all over the place
And there ain’t no right
And there ain’t no wrong
But if you listen real close
You might hear a