Free The Verse... [Spreading-Stretching Wings workshop]

Since I don't have a free-verse poem to post
I shall have to write a new one
An old theme with me, as I rarely write unfettered
and my dusty, musty tomes only speak volumes of rhyme

Tilting against the monster of urbane convention
seems to be all the rage, in these days of wokeness
Be not afraid; slay the unrighteous beast of temerity
proceed with the conviction, that all is wrong with the world

Sally forth, Cervantes, and slay the evil poem
I am sure, that amongst the creaking, abandoned windmills
there is yet to be found, a story worth telling
To entertain, is the mission, and delight, the end result