Poetry Plain and Simple

Poetry can be the harshest truth
As subtle as a kick in the crotch
It can be a taboo subject
That others dare not touch

It can de delicate as a butterfly
Or rough as a bear's backside
It must be unpretentious
And leave no place to hide

As simple as a wimple
Worn by a virgin nun
Or wicked as a harlot
And as dangerous as a gun

It never must be clever
Just for clever’s sake
Convoluted or confusing
For that’s a great mistake

Whether it rhymes or whether not
Matters not at all
It may be writ on velum fine
Or scrawled on the shit house wall

The thing that matters most of all
Is that it is your truth
And leaves you open, vulnerable
This simple ditty’s proof