Playing By The Rules

I can read between the lines
Much more astute than some
This pretty package has a brain
And will not easily succumb

There is a lot that’s left unsaid
Or the answers don’t suffice
I wasn’t just born yesterday
You must be more precise

What is it that you’re hiding?
What is up your sleeve?
Do you think that I don’t notice?
This is bordering on deceit

I don’t play by all the rules
This surface has not been scratched
Look closer at what you’re toying with
I think you’ve met your match

So if you want to fence with me
Draw your sword and take your stance
I’ll be your best opponent
You'll have a sporting chance

Do you want to play this game?
Or do you want a truce?
I can play it either way
But I think that you must choose

I will not fall down at your feet
Won’t hang on every word
You aren’t saying anything
I haven’t already heard

There are plenty out there
Who will fall for all your lines
But baby, I’m not one of them
It’s a total waste of time

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.