Why are you modest and shy,
There is no shame in your form and desires,
In your body, there is no fault,
Why do you oppress yourself so?
Well, I answer, but you might not like,
For if you are like an angel you would want to hide,
All the animalistic possessions that you do have,
And oppress all your bad behaviour and desires within.
But if I was not an angel
I would perhaps see no shame in these,
And they would be my prized possessions and what I would seek,
So if I had them, I would flaunt for I would know nothing better,
But I am like an angel, and I know better.
