Inside “Joke”

I know this sounds strange,
but I’ve said it anyway.
What now? The act is done.
You’ve read it, and that alone
makes you aware of an in-joke.
The joke’s on the lyrist.
But still, he writes verses.

I know this doesn’t sound any better,
but I’ve written it anyway.
Take it or leave it, the act is done.
Words are symbols, before any meaning.
That’s the spirit—are you leaning or steering?
Would you expect me to toe the lines?
I own my winding lines.