Some curse poetically
Erotic tunes some whisper
In their pain, soft spoken some
Flames of anger they throw
In vulgar outbursts of rage
Some are distraught and crude
But truthful
Some wear their wit
Like garment
On the tip of their tongue
A thousand-words-picture
Paint some
In two or three
And rhyme and reason
In their exquisite thought may be
Still I -
Resort to my simplicity.
