I still desire to make it very clear.
To open up what has been bottled down.
I feel contempt but have no fear.
My truth is sharper than a spear.
Prepare for a fight till one’s knockdown.
I want my name and body to be clear.
I hope that you will shed a tear.
I hope your grin will turn into frown.
I must remind you— I have no sympathy, no fear.
Now listen, you, my not-so-dear,
We’ll meet again, at midnight, downtown.
I’ll outline demands, I’ll make them very clear.
I know that when I see you I will jeer.
I’ve had so many years of you acting like a clown.
I’ll be the one with laughter, you’ll be the one with fear.
I’ll see you soon. My not-so dear.
You’ll wear whatever, I will wear a crown.
I am the one who speaks the truth and therefore I’m clear.
You are the liar who should live in constant fear.