Obfuscation

You are a spider, weaving 

web words that obscure    

imagination, shrouding me

with sticky statements,

clouding conversation

so I don’t know if I babble.

So, I sit on rotting logic,

stuff my ears with cotton

hoping I can’t hear

your whitewash and you’ll 

give up, find new victims

you can trap into your lies.

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