If you ask me what I like
I will tell you with clarity
I like the right word for the job
I know you’re supposed to wrestle with meanings
Work things out in your head using literary knowledge and skills
Because life isn’t clear
Life is complicated
It’s got counterpoint and harmonies and fuck-all
Nobody can say otherwise
There just aren’t any shortcuts.
On the other hand
I say clarity is just fine
And all those pedants with convoluted phrases and gnarly images
Layered and textured and polished and gleaming with scholarship
Can go choke on the fatness of their language.
I will drink water.