Since the Middle Ages at least, Western societies have established the confession as one of the main rituals we rely on for the production of truth
—Michel Foucault
The public has a right to know
Whatever’s hiding in your soul
Don’t cheat the mob; don’t hurt your health
And please don’t keep it to yourself
Admit it
You did it
For all those years
You hid it
You’re holding out
Just quit it
Tell a teacher, tell a priest
Tell a shrink or call police
Tell a doctor, tell a nun
Let everybody share the fun
Reduce your stress
And just confess
We need to blame
We need to bless
Don’t make us beg
Don’t make us guess
by Richard W. Bray
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