JS Bach was the master of the fugue. A carefully composed tune concurrently repeats, inverts, staggers, slows, quickens, in many counterpointed layers. A poem fugue cannot do this, of course, but it can reflect the core idea, as a short poem intended for repetition until a performer runs out of stupidity. Some of my fugues make no sense without repetition. Some just make no sense.

1.
deer are stupid beasts
they run out in front of

2.
go man go
man go man

3.
i'm not a cannibal
i don't eat animal

4.
right
what am i going to do
[ now / today / tomorrow / forever ]*
i'm going to do

*Select one