"Flesh is the Word"

Sometimes I have that feeling
Of being held back
By my lack of words.
Which is absurd
When you think about it
For a word is a word
Whether it has a single syllable
Or a second or a third.
Honesty's the best policy
Right from the start
I can't use words I don't know
I'm no literary tart.
No problems with a dictionary
Just don't ask me to paint a picture
As I'm even worse with Pictionary.
All I want to do
Is write poetry for fun
Maybe pad it out
With a little pun.
No intent to tax my brain
I simply scribble
To keep me sane. 
To much hard work
Trying something fancy
Hunting for words
I don't understand
What I write down
By neccessity bland.
Your biting and sniping
Will not work
Call me what you like..
even take me for a jerk.
I'm NOT going to
Flesh out my writing
By making it artificially posh
And I don't give a shit
If you think that's tosh!

Dulwich Poet 4th April 2014

(I wrote this because there is a new thread on a local community website that has suggested a monthly poem, which I like the sound of. But I feel people are being up their own arses a little, when I mentioned that I feel I have a 'working class, limited vocabulary. The first poem is under the theme of 'flesh'. This is my response.)