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.