Freewheeling

I've tried to free my verse but it refuses.
No sign of an escape or other plot.
I'd ask it why, but every answer oozes
with irony and sarcasm like as not.

But no one talks like this, I tell it tersely.
Your use is a mnemonic, that at most,
and rhyme and rhythm are perceived, perversely,
as something to avoid, at any cost.

Head buried in the sand, it keeps on writing,
oblivious to popular demand.
It's gotten to the point they've stopped inviting
yours truly. Oftentimes feels like I'm banned.

Well, freedom isn't free, so too my verse.
To read it, you must open up your purse.