Contradictions

Nothing is what is seems...don't over think it.

This Poem has no Title.

I work for free, and only look for play that pays, 

so I can keep up appearances 

by continuing to work. 

I am a better fighter than a lover,  

but I don’t love to fight; unless I am fighting for love, 

which I always hate to do. 

Flying is my favorite way to travel, 

unless I can walk, until my feet get tired.  
Then I flag down a ride,  

but only take it if the driver is a pilot  

on his way to the airport. 

 

I write deep, moving prose which are 

cleverly disguised as rambling verse; 

cloaking profound revelation in 

trite and witty contradiction.

Author's Note

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