perhaps i could make a book
based entirely on my
nonsense poetry

and perhaps it would get published

and perhaps scholars would study it
and wonder of the words i’m putting out there
and what they all mean
together

and i would have to tell them,
with a sorry expression
but still a devilish glint to my eye,
“my apologies, my guy,
it just means
nothing”

[and perhaps that in and of itself
would send the next generation of academics
into a whole new
tizzy]