Finely Drawn

I'm a picture of reality
inside and outside
feigning only when I want to be
that other one that frazzles
skedaddles, jumpstarts
ogles, boggles, feints, spars, jousts
but really
I'm quite polite
in proper circumstance.

Except on alternate selves
when I skewer, shaft, deign,
ignore boring refrain,
critisize, call out lies, fry,
tongue tie you.

Usually I'm rather quiet,
unless accosted during
feigning, by churls, fools, buffoons
and crazy loons who think
that I can't.

I never lie
because I'd get caught
being an amateur, unlike
the masterful dancers
whose steps I can't dance with
whose music blares off key
it isn't me
you see
I'm not a stick figure
at
all