It's Obvious

No, it's not  - I'm tired of people just telling me it is,
perhaps I'll join them, might even blow them a kiss;
no control, don't hang back, maybe its they that lack,
if it walks like a duck, then it's going to bloody quack.

'That's very profound,' I thought - listen you poor hound,
back off, ever heard of tolerance, not so much I've found;
sometimes I join the queue, so perhaps I'll say it too,
I had a climax, of course you did, although maybe just a few.

But then I realised, I didn't know, I'm glad you told me, 
we learn every day, gracious to admit I've solved a mystery;
I'm intransigent, nothing can touch me, let them bring it on,
they can hurl their veiled abuse but suddenly I'm gone.

Nothing is clear, not like some would have us believe,
what a wicked web we weave when we practice to decieve.