Don’t you miss stanzas? 
I do 
I do
They order you, my words, like soldiers in a game of strategy
Separating ideas like Fair trade farmers shoving coffee beans into piles

Don’t you miss poetic devices?
I do
I do
My good pals, onomatopoeia, assonance and allusion
They take common words or phrases and imbue them with extraordinary meaning

Don’t you miss the simplicity of it all?
I do
I do
Sometimes trying to reinvent the wheel is pointless
If your work evokes a feeling, it will be enough, or it should be

Don’t you miss rhyming couplets?
I do
I do
Though I hope to be the next Sandberg or even Ginsberg
Being me, is enough, for now