Emotional Anarchist

Hotter than hell and as cold as ice,

a little sugar but mostly spice ,

using clichés that belie the depths of my intellect ,

deliberately confusing, annoyingly amusing, mostly for the fuck of it .

Why the crudity? Displaying my unpredictability,

or maybe I just misplaced my modesty.

So many facets, choices to reflect,

so many questions , all too easy to deflect.

Playfully engaging, pleasantly enraging,

not overly concerned with the staging,

the constraints are not my restraints,

amused by the pictures that your mirror paints.

Turn it around, I defy your heuristics,

just another, lovely, lonely emotional anarchist.

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