says you are a <br />prisoner of conforming to <br />rules and, <br />months later, that <br />you will never become <br />anything until you master <br />form <br /> <br />he wouldn't recognize a poem if it <br />jumped out of a limo and <br />pissed all over his <br />polished leather boots<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mentor-3/
