Hitting the Target

Here’s my poem for your perusal, Though I’ll not grand first refusal. It’s your privilege to reject it, But I’ll not let you correct it. Words transmitted to the page I have no way to judge or gauge If others deem a worthwhile read; Despite that fact, I must proceed. My target audience, you see, Consists of no one else but me. I love when friends or strangers read it; It feels great, but I don’t need it. Some would claim such self-expression’s Nothing more than pure obsession. Though there’s truth within that statement, Don’t expect a poem abatement!