Sometimes I wonder
Why?
Why do I write?
Why do I cry?
Why do I smile,
laugh,
Be snide?
And after I've X'd my whys,
I ask,
What?
What kind of poetry is this?
What is the meaning of my own words?
(Can someone give me the answer-I feel like a turd)
And after I've what'd the what's-wait, what?
Then I ask,
.....what do I ask?
Why would I ask?
Huh.
I suppose of My Six Honest Serving Men,
Who taught me all I know,
(Their names are What and When and Why and How and Where and Who)
I rely on what and why.
I rely on what?
When do I rely?
Why do I rely?
How do I rely on them?
Where do I rely on them?
Who do I rely on?

Hey, don't ask me. I'm still searching for the answers.