paradoxical effect

at the traffic stop, where good meets bad. a trickle of sweat runs down, you're not guilty, so you get mad. you bicker and bicker, but to no avail, the bat in the blue badge made up his mind you had no reason to overreact, the rage has made you blind. i have a body in the backseat of my matte black car. if i act accordingly, surely there's no way i get caught, i can take this thing far. an inviting eye, and a smile that blinds his eye, the opposition has been fooled. the fate that had awaited me, has sadly but unironically been overruled. "i didn't do it" vs "i'm having a good day" was never a fair fight. nobody with the correct moral compass to tell what is wrong and what is right. the anger and spite in your voice has trapped you, an innocent soul trapped away, nobody to care. sometimes the villain wins by doing nothing, and sadly, but unironically their bad deeds leave no one to spare.