To Those Who Love Rhyme.

I hate rhyme. Rhyme brings the boundaries of expression to the most superficial proximity. The rhymers have never been able to overstep the limitations of syntax. Handcuffed to their syllabic rhythm, true meaning buckles in the terrible tempest of false creativity. To express without rules: this is the purest, basest form of the spoken word. I end your giants' rhythmic progress in a sentence: Let a rhyme occur if it is spontaneous, for spontaneity is the backbone of literary genius. End rhyme because it teaches incorrectly. It's too musical, too fun, too laughable. It undermines all seriousness in favor of acoustic entertainment. And art should never be undermined. Kill rhyme because it is overstudied, overanalyzed, overproduced. Kill rhyme because it cripples the creative mentality. Kill rhyme because it distracts and discombobulates. Kill rhyme because it's already dead.