ODDS N SODS BODS N GODS

You wanna be found yet taken in by an image not resembling yours
By definition it would seem you're still completely lost
This icon only emerged with those who dragged you abroad
So adopting the oppressors idol means you accept them as God
Physically self constrained also keeping self mentally floored
Surrendered entire being whiles bowing like a dog on all fours
Yapping to some fictional magic character sold as "The Boss"
This tale that gets wagged about you need to give it pause
I gave it the middle finger because I couldn't give a toss
Especially to that hirsute Iesus you can keep that bod
I'll paint a clear picture I'm not blue eyed and my locks ain't blonde
Obviously to this portrait I clearly can have no bond
To even acknowledge this dud I'd have to also be mentally flawed
To those that look like me yet are part of the blinkered cull lured
It's easy to see... just take those English rose tinted glasses off
From within reflect out so once again your image a driving force