If musts and shouldn’ts make
the boy and man, then a child
I will remain unlimited and sane,
outside civil society whose chains
have bound imagination and perverted
our intrinsic bents of genius.
Like Thoreau, I’ll write and grow
my beans, and live like Yeats at Innisfree.
Like Blake I’ll create my own system,
otherwise to be enslaved. I will question
all the motives of those moral
pundits who have in earnest tried
to squelch artistic spirit with
their musts and shouldn’ts.