I won't apologize for how I speak,
The way we Camplins always do --
With irony, we joke and kid, and seek
To say to all what's only true.
In kings' courts I'd have been a jester, tribes
Would see me as shaman who
With rhymes and stories, full of jokes and jibes
Would say to all what's only true.
Today I'm seen as arrogant or rude,
As disrespectful to those due
Respect no matter act or attitude --
But I'll say only what is true.
Oh, do I dare to disagree? Do my
Uncertainties dare bother you?
You go through life with sight that blinds, deny
Those who like me sing what is true.