Twisted

When I explained,

And you had me chained,

When I pained,

You complained,

And you saw not-

Even my error in quote!

My punishment was hot

For a sin that was not…

When I fought,

The idea you bought,

Was fake, stained-?

And scented like a rot.

When I cried,

And you furiously tried,

Insisting that I lied,

And you saw me fried?

You had got it twisted,

All mangled, carelessly-carefully knitted,

And yet it was un-twisted,

No knitting needed,

Just genuine, not threaded!