Philosophical

See, I just drop some words 
Make them seem like a stanza, 
I too can do it 
Write banality 
And make it into art 
 
I too can get the kudos 
The 'nicely penned' etchings 
Sold by the dozen 
And given as empty gifts 
Bought last minute 
 
I too can press the mold 
To give you the same as before 
But looks a bit different 
Since the words all flow 
And blend into a yawn 
 
I can relate, I really can 
To the need for points 
To write and share 
Just another bland scene, 
I can do it too.