That doesn’t count,
she said,
It’s not a poem
and it’s not for me
and it doesn’t win you any points.

Point A, she said,
It doesn’t rhyme.
Poems rhyme
and that doesn’t,
so it doesn’t count.

Point Two, she continued,
There is no reference to me
either direct or subtle.
That… series of words
– for I will NOT call it a poem –
she went on parenthetically
could have been written for anyone
and, she added,
considering the reference to Friendster,
at any time.

And finally, she stated,
Item Eye Aye I:
You seem so proud of yourself
when really
what you read to me is clearly
some cobbled together collection of crap.
You get no credit.
You earn no respect.
You get no goods
because of this.

I will, she allowed,
still sleep with you.
But not because of that
THING you just read.
Just because,
she said, then paused.

And winked.
It was the reference to Friendster.