Hello and ha

You there.
Reader...hey
Hello
Read this poem.
Welcome to my poem.
Read this poem.

I address you
Because I feel if I do not, my words will dilute
like a drunken, chattering piano
Coughing over
an echoing lobby
of their own meaning
chords of clashing conversation

about men
or women
or women wanting men
or men wanting...what?

This is a poem.
Not a description of anything
Really.
Except a page,
and words
and that lobby I mentioned earlier.

Condemn it if you wish,
but understand
it doesn't even involve paper at this point,
and therefore cannot be torn.
Ha.