(Update! Apparently since the author of this is now dead, we can't make fun of him any more. Other than for being dead that is...!) tell me what i am

i am not a poet
i've never claimed to be
the words that crowd my thoughts before
now come so easily
a work of worth fellowshipped
defends the misconceived
of sarcastic morbid stings
intended to impede
i am not romantic
i've never claimed to be
a performance given for a friend
the light reflected off of me
an intercoital premonition of
avoidance issues pure
my facade of pornographic innocence
betrayed to wanting more
cowardly i hide behind my wall of platonicy
another hit of solitude
conforms my outward plea
i am not your hook up
i've never claimed to be
though labeled misconceptions
and subtle thoughts haunt me
my shadowed dealings and affections
confused my person with business
though an avid pastime and obsession
rarely mark my income less
a bartered deal among companions
profits more than debt
a pact shared in exclusiveness
stresses unregret
i'm no fucking genius
i've never claimed to be
tortured thoughts give way to truths
though i am far from free
perhaps enhanced attention
to what they most desire
will leave my dreams just out of reach
for it's to them that i aspire