I have been experiencing some unusual paths of thinking

On a night of public drinking I have found I am picturing

All these different people in a state of undress equal

To that of Adam and Eve I believe this is not a sexual thing

I picture men and women in just the skin they were born in

It removes their identities and lets me see the entities

That I believe their parents see without being obscured by the

Costumes that we wear to be a part of this society

The skinhead in the Millwall shirt is as susceptible to hurt

As any individual both mental and the physical

But mankind is so cynical and clinical it’s difficult

To strip away the visible, envisage the residual

Not exactly typical but kinda prototypical

Removing the pontifical external inadmissible

Mask of the municipal discarded for the visceral

I swear this is permissible in principle

You're a big man and you're way to loud

But deep down your mothers still proud of, you

When you're, stripped down and you lose that shroud

You’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, school

One seems to me to be a solitary sum

When referring to yourself it’s an affront

To the complexities invested in the chest of these receptacles acceptably presented first as young

And many guises are revised as we get old

And many lies through each disguise is someway told

To ignite the right of flight despite the might of the contrite we fight inside our minds to somehow have a hold

Of the image we present unto the world

But beneath this we’re still boys and we’re still girls

Not exempt of the resent when we lament upon events that tend to bend and dent the style

Used to beguile

So concerned with what is learned just from our style

But when you strip and rip it down to just a smile

Then you’re left with just the depth within the naturally constructed form just like when you were born

You're a big man and you're way to loud

But deep down your mothers still proud of, you

When you're, stripped down and you lose that shroud

You’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, school