Address
to the Nation I sneak into their brain And when I have got in I disembowel their mind Assort it with my kind Remove what might exhibit The decency of budo spirit Kick spine and honor in the bin Replace it by my own
doctrine Avoiding to be seen Behaving very kindly So they will swallow blindly The tale that by and large It's them who are in charge I let them debate I let them
state I let them decide But if we collide I let them know Who runs the show The people who depend on
me Since newbies in a martial art Rely on guidance from the
start I lure their trust into a trap And nourish them with painted crap Those who have not much
conceived They can be easily deceived And tell them it is the intent With all the senses and unbound To climb that mountain on the ground Until the final reckoning When ranks awarded in profusion Turn out to be a grand illusion
I let them romp and play and chat As long they do the ordered things I will not cut the
subjects' wings Henchmen of their own accords Who always with tremendous
verve Seek some authority to serve Some do it out of fear For others it is clear The antisensei's tinsel fabric Must be adored as blackbelt magic Those who search an ass to kiss Who never claim another choice Than listening to their master's voice Who would obey just anything For petty posts and cheap bling bling For influence and fame They glorify my reign Are my dear friends as long they cling
on Because for most obedient labors I surely deign all kinds of favors From power they won't taste a sample But colored dreams they can
get ample Their lust for belts in many
hues Is satisfied fast and profuse
And if some lesser
minion Should question my
dominion He's fed with stories
sweet and long Which will persuade him
to be wrong And if his loyalty should
fade I do
make clear his looming
fate That loosing me as his
good mate Severely hampers his
next grade Since outside of
my fantasies They would not reach any
degrees Their documents get
toilet paper Their ranks are only
tinted
vapor I skim the club and raise my wage
And when I face my greatest fear That whistle-blowers might appear I call my servile advocates Stupid but loyal hipocrites I let them loose They spin the truth Although aware of the disaster Do anything to please their master Even the most corrupted fools Can be employed as
useful tools I leave my hideout now
and then Defaming who is not
my fan Courageously I push a
button A dangerous rebel leaves
quite sudden Thus I reveal
my glorious might The marvel of
my splendid sight Also the footmen will discern That the right path does not pay It will go on my rotten way Then comes the town And then the rest
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