Why We Need Bad Poetry

For my son

A man who took some chances. Image by Welcome to All ! ツ from Pixabay

Let me hear a poem that doesn’t rhyme,
one with metric feet unsure
but assuredly inured
to the enduring immaturity
of adolescent sophistry in verse.
Or even worse.

Just say it. If you have to, say it badly.
Bad’s okay — sometimes that’s where you have to…