Convoluted

My thoughts are not convoluted,
To coil in twisted intricate meanings.
With a diluting of the effectiveness,
I expect to achieve by being direct.
If I choose to have an affect.
I have an identity and integrity to protect.

Some prefer to bring their own bushes,
To scatter around themselves in safety nets...
For a thorough beating of them they do.
To become mentally exhausted in the process.
And no challenge for someone,
Who has an expertise in being freed of nonsense.
With a cutting through of hedges to prune.
Overblown and needless,
To perfect the absurdity of their obscure dancing.

I do not convolute my thoughts,
To coil in twisted intricate meanings.
With a diluting of the effectiveness,
I expect to achieve by being direct.

I want to see what is there,
When my patience is not prepared...
For a singing and dance routine.
Especially if it lacks entertaining qualities.

My points I make.
And unafraid to face the consequences.
If someone does not care for the way I sing and dance,
Then they should not be on the dance floor...
Attempting to make allegations with false moves.

My thoughts are not convoluted.
But I can do it if that is what I choose to do,
To clarify one's comprehension...
That may include bits and pieces of a familiarity.
Boosting a mutual understanding to keep pace,
With an established rhythm.

'I'm sorry!
You've lost me.
What are you talking about? '

My thoughts.
Which are 'not' convoluted.

'Oh.
Then maybe I should let go of the music? '

If you wish.
I've come to dance like this all night.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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