I am a complete hypocrite,
I can hide Truth with ideas bright.
I am cunning, I am civilized,
Counterfeit truth I have baptized.
Naked truth I can't face,
I believe in stylized grace.
Of body's beauty I feel ashamed,
It conceals in tinsel attire framed.
Honey tongue and a heart of gall,
The world to me an easy prey fall.
Season's sense the sex has lost,
Its Nature assigned role is frost.
Nature's gifts I have moved to zoo,
From top to bottom artifice I woo.
Craftily the flora and the fauna effaced,
Them Teddy bear, fake flowers replaced.
On weekends the gardens don't attract,
For sunbath the beeches are not the tract.
Of time for these I am hard prest,
Casino culture is my sole interest.
For singing birds I can't pause,
My ears are now tuned to jazz.
Morning's freshness I forgo.
I am used to late night show(s).
I am more ferocious than the beast
On Nature's burial I do feast,
Human bombs are my new feat,
All cruelties I now beat.
I don't look at my balance sheet,
How long shall I myself cheat.
I would better be a pagan now,
To nudist culture I shall bow.
The Buddha, the Mahavira and the Christ
With the naked Truth they had a tryst;
All embellishments they threw off,
The so called civilization they scoff(ed).
