from Untitled Series

[Oppression Man was cowardly, yeah?]

Oppression Man was cowardly, yeah?
He changed the names of what he always knew
To please the men he submitted to.
Two types began: those who went along

And those who always were, converted
Fully. The first, weak of heart;
The second, weak of mind.
I could not stomach

Being left behind and so I stood, alert.
The weak of gut farted. We blurred
Our sense of wrong and right.
Tonight I stand before you, the embodiment.

Where emperors would wear new clothes
A dozen men now naked go.