Dead poems society or worse

This year will I contribute
to the preservation of poetry
or will I go rogue
joining the decline and fall
of the poetry empire.
Will I fall on my sword of verse
or see my jargon reverberate
on a lyrical note by Frank Zappa.
Who knows! Who cares!
Where the meanings are
entangled in lines
of incoherent ramblings
of melodic tunes
ringing out like
a distorted guitar,
maybe, I’m Johnny Rotten.
For every purist
there hangs a rebel
reading, listening
to every verse
or worse.