Let others your soul explore
Grab the brass of the door knob
Turn it quick and hear the lock bob
The creaking and clicking of mechanical devices
Their inward curious-peeking it entices
There you are on a table fresh and bare
Like the midday hen or the dinner hare
Your inner workings cleverly inspected
The pump of your heart and the blood it's directed
Lightly lifting the little lid
Hearing the heavy thoughts of your head
The deepest of your intimate feelings
The strongest of your inner reelings
Disposing yourself of all your wayward tumours
Exposing yourself to all their awkward humours
Lighting candle-borne flame to your muddy glass
Sighting themselves to your societal class
There posed on a mantelpiece at which they marvel
Like the strong sculpted mass of statue marble
So dearly deprived of dim-lit livings
Of clandestine creations not meant for giving
But free are you now to reflect
And spot yourself clean, without defect.
Now your clarity of mind you can implore
Expose yourself, not a minute more.
