What They Don'T Know

What you don't know, that I know. My voice so mellifluous Presenting me as emasculate, As if I am heaven's perfect candidate. Ohh they don't know, As they clothe me in pure perfection. Only if they pay attention, To my speech rather, They'll see a different dimension. And not that I blather, Course in my other perception, I call it adjudicating with invention. Although that might be over rated without being calculated. I am completely aware, That "I am naughty, but yet innocent" And yet many still don't know, But I can't say beware, I can only put them up for a dare Not that it's all bad, i'm not a rotten potato in a bag Nor am I a lion in a sheep's skin, My naughtiness leaves an ignited room and my innocence leaves a healthy bloom.