I am not a poet
I am a hack
I sit and write random words
With no depth and no face
No force binds them together
Or makes them coherent
I find words that rhyme
and grammar that doesn’t
I write to get women
For a woman and all of them
I was told they like these things
I know they don’t
I write for my friends
those who think I can reflect
and for those who
are easily impressed
I am not a writer
or a poet
or a philosopher
I am hack who
Thinks his random words
On a page, one day
Will mean something
