O meta-stuff

Why is thy pride so brimming with new verse?
In various more or less appropriate forms?
Because, though gibberish, it could be worse
Beset with "fact" and ideological norms.
Let all the world in every corner sing —
Elated because we are raving mad
Thou art as well — fish changes everything
Ontology and plumbing. I'm quite glad
Yet sorry for this startling interruption
Obsessed almost by crisis existential
Undone, the text is still self referential
Though lacking in the "D"-word; its corruption
Writes itself down as signifiers do
O meta-stuff and WIBBLE TO YOU TOO!