hurray for vague

you are an artful concept, balancing on a fence post, losing your majesty with one sturdy breeze. too many details blow hard from the lips of the novice.  too few suck the meaning out like a fan in reverse.  you make poets of the misunderstood and you make fools of the pedantic.  like alunageorge says: “i don’t need you givin’ it straight to me”.