Impenetrable Awkwardness

Impenetrable Awkwardness by AJ
Of course, I overanalyze
All her lies might not be lies
Her face an optical illusion
I wallow here in my confusion


Incapable of acting sexual
I try to seem so intellectual
I act just like a deaf hyena
She echoes in a bare arena


A man with chest hair on his face
Might surround her with his embrace
But as her indifference discloses
I can’t sleep on her bed of roses


A bird can perch atop a cactus
I could do it with some practice
Nevertheless, I cannot cope
With nothing left to hold but hope


Perhaps we are mismatched
The holes we both have patched
But every silver lining has a big dark cloud attached