He identifies as a striaght Man straight as dye and also a Prince so all in all without a doubt a worthy and princely man
in the foams of backwaters they identify as blind-beggars and in numbers as cowards full of angst and resentments
He identifies their problems ignorance of the bined blinds limitations of the talentless envy of furious mediocre
so dim minds in virtual reality La Manchians fighting windmills underachievers throwing shades cooking paranoia to selves digest
He identifies unwoke slave traders'ghosts yesterdays monsters todays weeds does your rule and control get to ten is it not power of brown in your face
they identify as republicans in revolt witless at the Bastille in people putsch yet still stand one man in noble grace as they throw shapes in shameless disgrace which they call dance of Phyche war