Detested Implications

I detest those insulting implications.

'Which ones?'

The ones that lack,
Imagination and creative controversy.

'So,
What is it do you find insulting about that?'

I have worked too long and hard,
To obtain my maverick reputation.
And to have it taken for granted.
As if expected.
Disrespects the depth of my ability,
To say something absolutely nuts.
Without it to understand,
How difficult this is to do on a daily basis.

'Yet,
You make what you do seem so easy.'

I know.
But it isn't.
When had it been,
You were in a heated argument with yourself.
And lost it?

'That depends.'

On what?

'The subject.
My mood.
And the attitude of my alter ego.'

Well...
You are blessed.
My alter ego is not that deep.
Irritating? Yes.
And that's when I leave it alone to ignore.

'But you?
You are a writer.
I am not.'

Oh?
Since when did that happen?

'Look.
I don't have time,
For this personal interrogation!