In Your Face

Well my words aren't silk
and my words aren't lace.
I can't talk about love
or a fond embrace.
I can't talk about time,
I can't talk about space.
So I talk in rhyme
and I talk at pace.

I can't do religion
and I can't do karma.
I can't quote Jesus
or the Dalai Lama.
I can't do nature,
I can't do emotion.
I can't do imagery,
I'm 'poetry in motion'.

'Cause I haven't any feeling
and I haven't any grace.
So I talk about the greed
of the human race,
and I talk about need,
about the big disgrace,
and I rant and I sneer
and I state my case
I can't do religion
and I can't do karma.

I can't quote Jesus
or the Dalai Lama
I can't do nature,
I can't do emotion.
I can't do imagery,
I'm 'poetry in motion'.

So just let me hear
you cut to the chase,
before I disappear
without a trace.
'Cause my words aren't silk,
and my words aren't lace ...
Do you find my poems
a bit 'in your face'?