Say It Plain

When trying to explain

I must often refrain

From feeling so sure

Of words too obscure

Sometimes I will choose

Just the right word to use

One that fits to a tee

And will help people see

But never to impress

Though I must confess

I sometimes grow weak

For the words I could speak

I would love to flourish

A nice old word like “boorish”

Or inject a sharp “wrack”

Where a line gets off track

A “cantankerous rancor”

Would make my poor heart soar

“Viscous analogies” tossed

But then, what’s the cost?

A supercilious phrase

Can put folks in a daze

Their eyes start to glaze

My thoughts lost in the haze

So, though it’s a pain

To see the words feign

There is much to gain

When I just say it plain
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