The Core
People, with clothes on their back,
Look like artists or lawyers,
Like they could run on a track,
But, in a pool, a clean bussiness employer
Turns into a fat ordinary sack.
Now, why is it that without clothes that he wore
He turns into a fat slob with a really bad odor?
Because of the core.
Even a smelly walking boulder
Can look and sound like he is cared for
If a mask is used to block our sight like joker.
Once stripped of the mask, the core, the inside
Is easy to see
Through the veil and divide
Of you and of me.
So stop hiding behind masks and open wide,
For it's a beautiful thing to be.
The world can now see the true side
Of you and of me.
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