The Diva of Drivel

I am the diva of drivel.
I write and string,
Re-write, then re-string.
I toss and pick,
Lean and stick,
Syllables that won't expand,
Words that you won't catch,
Sentences that do not speak
Of things I wish to say,
But offer just a glimpse
Of chaos within.

Words of drivel I churn,
To set my soul asunder,
Pages of drivel I write,
To fling you out of reach.

I am the diva of drivel
It's the only weapon I have.