Art of Saying a Lot Yet Saying Nothing At All

An abundance of mimicked truth yet oozing falsehood Leaving a dubious ironic emotional attitude Simulating a true person’s being hypocritical Showed as a soul-less insanely monstrous criminal Recognizing ambiguity painted in your unique brilliant colors No matter how you curve it, your words still weigh like anchors Cunning are your sneaky attempts at a vagueness The are of your game is far from being stated as genius The illusion of your meaning is not being judged It’s the meaning of that illusion I won’t begrudge Twisting your morbid stories into enigmatic fables Trying to paint yourself as the innocent of all angels Conforming naive minds into perceiving what isn’t right Leaving one to believe it’s themself that they fight Perplexed a complex thought allowing deceit Fueling the tellers ever hunger of feeding their conceit Yet I do not pass judgement, you bring about that result The perceived illusion you brought it’s your fault Allowing the multi talent of twisting words to your end The vagueness in saying a lot by saying nothing, letting no one in