Rhyme versus Reason

Begone  
ye whores of rhyme  
you have nay business here  
I seek to drink truth's wine  
not quaff your poisoned beer  
 
Seduction is your game  
you would'st use me  
as your pawn  
to have your wicked way  
then keep me up 'till dawn  
 
You dwell in realms of fancy  
where limericks abound  
so today  
your name is Nancy  
just because you liked the sound  
 
Such meddling leads us nowhere  
I shall not wear your shoes  
to climb the garden path  
where the words aren't mine
to choose