Is this a Poem?

a piece is a poem because a poet prepares it as such

for me a poem is a present, a plaything,
a passion piquing picture parceled out in pieces
and each presence a person presents in a poem is important
but each placed in mind or mouthed isn't meaningful mind you
and matters the less for it
though it mustn't need muster meaning
and might mean mostly nothing...
yet a good one
a good one
without a lot of alliteration,
rhythm, rhyme, reason or realization
might move you to mourning
or until morning... to mourning until morning?
well...this morning i was mourning the maddening loss
of a good pair of shoes, scratching my hair, sipping booze
sitting sadly starring,
very badly drawing
faces in the fog on the glass
wondering when my headache would pass
so i could think without pain
and i was racking my brain
though the pain would not tame
through the thought that then came
... i'd be forever the same
now that would be lame
but then the whiskey kicked in
and my sorrows were smoothed out
as i thought to myself
a person cant possibly live without change
i am a new person each morning i wake
yesterday i was a young man who could drink any amount of whisky
today i am an old man drinking too much whisky
and someday i will be a boy again
who never touched whisky in his life
wait wait wait....
why do all my poems wind towards whisky sorrows?
fuck it