Cliff's Notes A poem by Cliff Phillips Though thy soap box is high and words how they fly, Some do not understand, so therefore we cry, 'BLOODY HELL, what does it mean?' The words that you write are grand indeed, But I need a dictionary just to read! Don't get me wrong, I don't revile, I love what you write and compile, The best in poems and prose better yet; But please bear in mind I'm just a redneck.