Why do I write, you ask.
I’m a writer, so I should have
a good answer, or at least a glib one.
I could say I write for others
but you would ask who
those others are, and smile knowingly
when I have no answer.
I could say I write for myself,
and that would be true enough,
but rather sad and egotistical,
for the thoughts alone should suffice.
I will probably choose
not to answer you, and I will
suffer that sneer you will adopt,
but I am a writer, you know,
so being sneered at
is hardly anything new.