I am a hack

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