State a case with point of view
Based on validated facts
Side-step snippets unsupported
Where naïveté is sacked
Passive listening with laziness
May leave you cloaked in make-believe
Open to manipulation
Where cruel conspiracies deceive
Opinion is, if left alone,
Be subject to many changes
To go along or right a wrong
Where retrospective rearranges
A fly sat sideways, pondering
Considering the air
How suddenly its fly path
Had turned the way into nowhere
The air had lost amenity
Solidified congealed
Its vision argued clarity
Though continuance now concealed
It wasn’t on the ceiling board
Nor floor it did declare
Yet sight shrieked invitations
To move on easily over there
Please don’t tell me what
For I much prefer a why
In understanding wherefore
Living under an uncertain sky
When dreaming up new answers
One does nothing else but try
Uncovering other ways to see
To not disparage or decry
Catching universal thoughts
Forever fluttering by
Like sitting on a spinning wheel
Wasting little on the wry
Prowling in the shadows
Creeping out of view
Surreptitiously the loiterer
Stands in silhouette, askew
A menacing state suspended
Where action waits in turn
For the unsuspecting passerby
A journey yet to crash and burn
Falseness playing fast and loose
To the eager ears of the pliant
Who look to make their simple gains
Stripped bare by the harrying giant
The blabbing gabber can’t resist
Wild hustling propositions
Like a small-time grifter chattering
Offering make-believe positions
With the gift of glib preposterous
Pushing thoughtless smug suggestions
Charming slick with swindling lick
Disguises snide intentions
Quote: A lie can travel halfway around the world before the truth can get its boots on
Speaking hypothetically
When supposition is presented
A case in point, unverified
Considering proofs invented
Where eloquence is masterful
In ways of tactical deception
Promoting parables nonsensical
Defining honesty's rejection
Ambiguity intentional
To confuse the common man
Spreading hogwash in the modal verb
Be that as it may, as truth’s outran
Out of what is probability
From a blend of things attuned
A seemingly incessant path
Evidentially impugned
Lines of force deflecting
Ragged patterns passing by
Where nothing as expected
Can satisfy the arty eye
Insights cannot ever say
By a simple guessing game
As all things indeterminate
Random silhouettes proclaim
