Poetic Licence

Poetry is an act
It changes with time
This poem for example they will react
But I will lose nothing not even a dime
My poetic dream will be fastracked
Leaving their mouth sour with lime
Alliteration altering alternately
Will lead me off the discourse
That is why I walk diligently
Never to sail off the course
Of my poetic script
Giving you alternating rhymes
To produce the musicality
Like bells that chimes
I want to say it manifestly
Poetry is not meters and stanzas
Especially for the contemporary poet
I want to be recited as far as Mwanza
Unlike Shakespeare`s this is not a sonnet
it is word play, no...It is rhyming last words
In this war I not know my opponent
Like in a casino don’t overlook my cards
Give me now
Give me my licence
All you literary critics
This is not me playing antics
It is my road to greatness
I want to be like Okigbo
Not just yet, but with time
I will give you my “LABYRINTHS”
Like that fallen Biafran
I lay my script bare
From it I have removed the kaftan
Do as you think fair
Award the poet, like car enthusiasts did the mustang
Give me that poetic licence...