My life is scrutinized

As though abiding under monacle

Makes quite a spectacle

I dont fit in your little circle

Oracles of hypocrisy

Needn't be idolized

But exorcised and cauterized

So none hear your cries

No more sowing despise

Look at yourselves

With such refined eyes

Now nearing the end of my chronicle

You too, quite the spectacle

When viewed through a monacle