dystopia’s cure
the world filled with rhyme would be sublime
transformed beyond its self become instilled as one
in harmony of speech for all inclined
whether good or bad, the bad to yield
to lesser crime, speech of rhyme impede its growth
example told, graffiti artists' defacing walls
subject themselves to flowery speech would dare not breech
across the line drawn in the sand by those restraints
of Shakespeare's sound effect
imagine they, standing there engrossed in thees and thous
dear kind sirs, madams and fellow chaps, i seek a surface fair
upon which to scribe and scroll, i do thy will impose
and as enforcers of the law would profound attest
our places of sequestering, are meager filled at best
by those arrested for their crimes,
the most are for speaking without rhyme
are easily reformed of their murdering of the word
their butchery of the spoken word in prose
for as the motive crime's expect is nulled by rhyme's effect
such as those who would object are taken in by edict's rhyme
convinced to seek a higher speech, affected by such talk
would they then themselves, partake poetic's walk
the world then, would be as one,
no need for censorship