|"Passive Activism" by Markwojtasiak|
Bouncing steadily in centered pace
It will collapse with tidiness and grace
Around in straight circles through the air
Like a square balloon in a chair
What am I you would say?
A deviant innocence or a mocking jay,
Perhaps a subtle jinx or common rarity.
No matter what questions answered
An oblique flatness is in the crossword
Between gregarious necessity and obstinate obesity
For nowhere can I be found
Inside the outside sound
Of the silent trumpet and delicious crumpet
That lays standing upon the carpet.
Maybe it is unlikely probable
Or maybe I'm cordial unsociable
But I know who I am, and who I am not
And that is an unwritten thought
Inside the outside part
Of a guy not named Scott;
Oxymoron, or not.
Question: "What opposites do you feel attract?"