There are no hidden meanings
To these useless musings

There is nothing to understand
From the faceless words being penned

Zilch
Filch

Yet you keep on reading
And the Wordsmith keeps on stringing

Rhyme after rhyme
This verbal ladder you climb

Urging you to find
This mime's cranial slime

And you seek to comprehend
The source of this scend

Not grasping that this is pointless
Endless...