Sure, some people stare at me, they can’t but
Wonder what exactly it is that I do
Stumped a few, for sure
For the most part, in the end at least, they do seem to take to my rhyming line, lines they once upon a time deemed nothing but a slew of words
Absurd, I know
This, after all, the very thing I want to one day get to call art
Then, of course, there are also those of you who can’t but feel the outright need, no matter what, to take it apart
Always and forever with you lot, each and every goddamn piece
Calling out that my particular wordsearch has, in fact, a rather unsound foundation, that there in front of your very eyes lies not a niche but something peculiar, something already breached