Lines on Spec

Lines on spec, verse on the spec,
We don’t seem your kind of poems.

Hard not to be mean to words
That lack heart, don’t seem to feel,

Just chirp and tap and bark out
Vague bursts, that twitch, that don’t look

You in the eye, that say things,
But can’t seem to read your face.

We can help it, as much as
You can help your kind of world,

But that’s not a lot, is it?