What you don’t know, that I know.

My voice so mellifluous

Presenting me as emasculate,

As if I am heaven’s perfect candidate.

Ohh they don’t know,

As they clothe me in pure perfection.

Only if they pay attention,

To my speech rather,

They’ll see a different dimension.

And not that I blather,

Course in my other perception,

I call it adjudicating with invention.

Although that might be overrated without being calculated.

I am completely aware,

That “I am naughty, but yet innocent”

And yet many still don’t know,

But I can’t say beware, I can only put them up for a dare

Not that it’s all bad, I’m not a rotten potato in a bag

Nor am I a lion in a sheep’s skin, My naughtiness leaves an ignited room and my innocence leaves a healthy bloom