Why poems need titles?

Getting a new passport should not trigger a poem but it does the process is hurtful and mundane at the same time last night I had a dream I was driving a car had a good grip on the wheel and no fear I interpret it as having a good grip on my life overall and to knowing where I want to go I discover a toothpaste stain on my white T-shirt both are white that makes the discovery more difficult and the stain itself is sneakier it's too late for a changeover I'm in public I try to eliminate it with two fingers I give up halfway fuck it, let it be funny, I don't need a passport to travel to far corners of my tee (I'm a proud stain discoverer and mourner of my own findings) I read about Pessoa's internal terrain tribulations and think Mr. Pessoa, what if you had had more sex like all normal fucking beings and hadn't died at the age of 47?