You attempt to make clear that your genius is blatantly obvious yet hard to explain.
I stroll towards the champagne.
"Whats wrong? Am I being too plain?”
Your words hit like a train, causing intolerable pain.
The letters you manage to tie together tend to intoxicate my brain.
But I have promised myself that I would be nothing but honest, even in vain.
So I whisper affectionately to you in order to explain,
"Your words often remind me of acid rain."  
The reasons for your sentences are rarely found down the drain.
Except maybe to precipitate folks a great deal of pain.