Queen of Mean & Crumbling Utopia

They say:
“When you can’t hide, run,
When you can’t run, hide.”

It was perfect, the moment I walked in,
Engineered to be an enigma, never before seen,
What do they expect? No place for crime, war or even sin,
Society is quietly disapproving, no place for a Queen of Mean,

Yeah, they knew who I was. Didn’t know who I’ve become,
I’d like to believe, I’m the perfect example,
But, I think they know, that I’m just out of time to run,
But, for what it’s worth, it’s just a plan that’s cancelled,

No one really knows, who I am, but all they know, what I am,
A liar, a killer, a charmingly conniving thief, and they’re convinced –
This is all I’ll ever be; Redemption? Their perfect selves don’t give a damn,
But their opinion, their faith doesn’t matter to me – their Mesmer I’ll resist,

Because I’ve done it so far, I’ve done it well enough,
Acting nonchalant, Acting like their words don’t cut into my heart,
I’m not running for my life, till I’m at my last card, called out on my last bluff,
But till then, their perfect society, I’ll be a perfect part,

The final piece to the puzzle, The final stroke of the clock, it’s the Race…
They think I’m their saviour, but I’m just an enigmatist,
Spinning con game, now they’re stuck between a rock and a hard place,
Their perfect society hasn’t bothered to check the most wanted blacklist,

Where I’m first, second and last, Oh, they don’t dare check up on my past,
Because here even the criminals are treated as honoured guests,
And it may not be Madripoor, but it sure ain’t downcast, (either),
So let them sit back, ignorant in their ivory towers; I’ll put their minds to rest,

Because I’m unpredictable, and clever, and a fighter ’till my last trick,
And guess what, that ignorant Daddy’s Girl is now the greatest assassin of the West,
But that’s enough about me, ’cause self-pity makes me sick,
And you may think I’m hypocritical, overselling and irrational, like all the rest,

But underestimating me was your first mistake and it won’t be your last,
But just in case it was unclear, I don’t mean a storm right now,
I don’t need that kind of trauma, the invigorating drama, that’s all in the past,
A quiet life for me now, but the con’ll catch up – like it always does; but if you know a better way, be sure to tell me how.
ANVI TUTEJA

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-with you till the end of the line, pal-

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