Satirical Poem: Cut the Contents is my Friend?

Dancing fingers upon the keyboard scribbling words,

No matter sense or not desire is poem of a message,

My mind leads onward trellising from here to there,

Alas, not of logic, no rhyme either, so, Cut the Contents.

Once more with page painted virgin white it was fresh,

New thoughts conjured swirled around and around,

Patterns without reason shared to me a puzzle no answer,

But, again, no rhyme or cadence seen alas, Cut the Contents.

Determined something worthy to share as a published work,

I ventured furiously along a pathway of playing with those keys,

At times they became mixed whimsical misspelling bringing a grin,

Aha, giggle + giggle there be many, alas again Cut the Contents.

Certainly mystical and magical offers more delight with mysteries,

Seems the odyssey sailed within turbulent waves tossed him about,

Better swim than sink, where is my stout row boat, for sure with oar,

Pacing swiftly no ominous red or green squiggly lines, no cut the contents.

Damn editing can be a gnawing, big growling bear.