The autoantagonist
antagonized himself
using bits of others'
innocent gift to seed
rain around, hang lightning on,
without ever really
seeing the wrong,
or the need.
He's done fairly well.
He only was sure.
He only could tell.
This person was
fucking with him so well.
"Oh well," he fucked back
"If that is the way
they intended to play" - but was it?
Was it?
Was it always this way?
Ascribe bad intent
without any wrong
to actually pick?
And call it a catch!
And make it a fit,
and throw it at them?
You're their problem, now.
It isn't much match,
and no fuel to be lit.
They're free to protest
their innocence. Hell, if
they can do it surpassingly
well, you'll admit their gift
of concealment and stealth
to yourself, and accept
their apology - which
you supply - for what
they protest they did not
imply. But you know
you were sure. You know
you could tell. You
don't need to find
actual wrong
to smell.
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