Perplexed, you say, pondering
And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now
What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented
What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you
What oxymorons, what tautologies, upset your tight-kept schedule
Must you ever remain defined by that line, that whip they wielded in ages past that disallowed a toe’s transgression
Now I see you lost in cogitation
Beyond any thinker’s recognition
A person with brain, not a machine’s premonition
Truly, for who but a human can be perplexed?
90 words Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Perplex










