And You Know It

Something simple, damn it,
You know, in plain English,
So I can tell what it means
Without scratching my head.

Like, for instance, you say,
Nothing is as slippery
As the idea of "probably."
Ok, so, now tell me why.

Don't go off on some tangent
About saints and snowflakes and lakes
With green waves or whatever.
Tell me what you meant.

Why is "probably" trickier
Than, you know, love or truth
Or some other poetry word?
I mean, I was interested,

You sort of had me,
And then you lost me,
And I kind of feel like it was deliberate,
Like you didn't know how to explain yourself

But you couldn't admit it,
So you covered it up by sounding poetic,
And that's why people don't like poetry
Because it feels like it's just snooty words

And bs, sometimes--
Most of the time, to tell the truth-
You know, just nothing, just faking it,
When it probably won't mean anything, really.