The Naked Truth

The Naked Truth He stands before you butt assed naked Stripped of all preconceptions, false assertion or allusions All that he once convinced himself to be true Now lies before him in a dark, dank, putrid puddle. Who he once believed himself to be Has been thrashed and scattered to the four directions With the cyclonic force of an oppressively hot sirocco wind. All of his persona have been revealed, his masks are now transparent. He pathetically attempts to engender qualities such as Compassion, empathy, kindness, and honesty, But, he is as Teflon, nothing sticks. Like a frightened animal, his eyes on the lookout His movements, his actions, are purely instinctual, All that exist is the moment, the present, Right Now! Exposed to the world, he cringes in complete and utter disgrace. He craves for an exit, a means of escape, to disappear. Suddenly aware of his nakedness, he vainly attempts to cover himself. Likened to Adam in the garden, A man beaten down, brutalized, defeated Trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered life