After roughly two decades, I haven't stopped denying
the rule of tug-of-war where power is to be balanced.
The king still alive, I have crowned myself,
considering language skills and diplomacy my strengths
- all monkey business to a youthful old man.
But never have I intended to be remembered for treason;

my rhetoric is more an act of self-defence.
Nurtured to value the virtue of independence,
I refuse to be an undressed baby, fearing public scrutiny.
If my speech is ever interpreted as disrespectful, please
recall the days I was practicing martial arts on Stanley Main Beach,
fearful for my master who gave me a blue belt, now an heirloom.