I May Not Be

I may not always make a lot of sense
I may often come across as rather dense
I may not be the epitome of self-expression
My behavior may not conform to expectation

I have my own set of rules and rubrics
Not necessarily aligned to the social fabric
I may not be as clever with a trick up my sleeve
Yet I cannot and do not manipulate and weave

Layers and lies intrigue or damnations
I do not judge you for your affectations
I may come across as a simpleton absurd
At least I know I never go back on my word

So is naivety a virtue or is it considered daft
Which skills to hone, how to master the craft?
I need to refurbish my intellectual abilities
I need to refine my cerebral capabilities

To fit like a glove in this so-called society
I don’t adulate people or worship the same deity
They may laugh at me behind my back and make fun
But I no longer care. I think I am done

If I don’t have to remember the last yarn I spun
In order to continue this pretense, I have begun
I am better off less skilled more honest and artless
Than hone shrewdness and become more heartless