My experiences, my words

My experiences, my words
will not be stolen–
crafted by your past.
you post-modern punk!
valuing vagueness and ambiguity.
Can you ignore what I mean?
“It’s about me,” surfacing as you read.

My post-mortem evaluation awaits (if famous),
analysts decipher my colon’s meaning as
publishers tinkering with the nerves of this iddle brain,
editing for posterity so they can purchase more green.
Don’t be afraid to ask while I’m here.