Expression

So many ways to express ourselves
In words and music and dance
And all the things we have to say
Are not just happenstance

There’s Yeats, there’s Keats, there’s Robert Frost
Scorsese, Kubrick, Welles
The eloquence astounds me
It sure rings all the bells

But one means of expression
Deserves its many gripes
It is that noisy dialect
Belched out from big tailpipes