It's a good poem, loves it's rhyme
Loves stanzas and alliteration, too
It's a good poem, crazy 'bout Epics
Loves haiku and it's ballads, too

It's a long day living in romancticism
There's a figure of speech runnin' through the satire
I'm a wretched poet 'cause I don't even miss it
I'm a wretched poet for breaking it's heart

And I'm free, free versin', versin'
And I'm free, free versin', versin'

All the classicism walkin' through conceit
They turn from irony to simile
And all the bad poets are standing in the shadows
And the good poems are in notebooks with broken hearts

And I'm free, free versin', versin'
Now I'm free, free versin', versin'

Free versin',
Now I'm free versin',
Now I'm free versin',
Now I'm free versin'.

I wanna glide down over metaphor
I wanna write it's name in the sky
I wanna free fall out into nothin'
I'm gonna leave this world for a while

Now I'm free, free versin', versin'
Now I'm free, free versin', versin'