Certain words I do not like;
Like certain foods, they make me sick;
And certain sights revolt my eyes
Inciting riots in my head.
And certain sounds attack my ears
And war on harmonies within;
While certain light - waves, juxtaposed,
Expose the tainted tones of sin.
But most of all I do not like,
Nor well digest, those certain lies
That tell me freedom is the choice
To force my judgment's compromise;
And make believe that I accept
The ignorant as the adept.
Afraid of censure and their peers;
Victims of their status - fears;
those who notice, dare not say:
“The Emperor is nude today.”