To all the culprits in the world
The post is old, the painting fresh
No need to hide behind a word:
You're nothing but some flesh.

To put my finger on the spot
I've had my share of deeds
A full of ink should need a pot
My pen to spill their seeds.

I send to you my love this file
All that I mean is here
Just lend my shoulder for while
Your pretty little ear...