I love u, honey, but u write pointless *******;
     ohh, so u think u've cornered the meaning
market; yes, I am a poet;
I am inspired, the Muses
                                     speak to me! I contain
                                       truths that can barely
                                            be put into words!
Hm,
well, I've got editors, a
boss & my boss' boss has a
boss; I write what I'm told,
honey,                     I do love u, but u're a
prophet who speaks in a secret language;
& I am a false prophet who
writes lies, but I make more money than u do