Mistrust

I'm in direct opposition; facing

in the opposite direction.

ambiguously repeating myself;

turning words inside out,

searching for meaning, where

none exists.

It was an accident; a convenient

coincidence. Don't tell me to

analyze nothing in search of something.

Let's sex it up,

make it worthy of public consumption.

Seams bursting with frill

and pizazz; they make you think twice.

Second guess first instincts; but

isn't that a contradiction?

The things we'll ignore just to get ahead.

I'd rather misunderstand the obvious than

take you for your word.

Nothing like irony to confuse, mislead

and trip up the innocent.

Guilty as charged; no one knows what

this means. Not even me.