Deceptive, that's what they said I am
Tho they wouldn't say what, why or when
It's something I've a particular abhorrence for
To deceive, to betray: it burns me to my core

I've had it happen to me you see
And such a person I could never be
To intentionally lie about a situation
In my world it causes an aberration

Devious, I can wear that title
At creating solutions, I am capable
Call me sly, I can accept that description
I'll find the loopholes, I've got the prescription

But life isn't black and white, its made out of grey
Nothing is straight forward, we're made out of clay
So if my intention isn't to hurt others
What is it exactly that bothers?

If we follow the rules to the letter
What about creativity, ways to be better?
God created us to each be autonomous
To make our own decisions to be our best