This poem is
Ninety-nine words long.
Count them.
It was written to drive you mad.
What happened to that last word?
What happened to the word that would have graced the word count
with a round one hundred,
Whole,
Full
Absolute.
Only ninety-nine words long.
It is incomplete, somehow.
Devoid of meaning.
Surely you see that
This poem says nothing.
But maybe, if it had
Just
One
More
Word
It could be deep and profound.
It could explore the human psyche in untold depth.
Who knows?
Who knows what this poem could say,
If it weren't lacking a word.