Saint in a suit – His suit worn for a performance, decision-making apparel, …

His suit worn for a performance, decision-making apparel, each one, each time not made with fear or favour, still, impact disliked, command of hired hands.
His suit controls a corner of Capital; control woven within its sharp metal tailoring.
Not seen, under his suit is a walking talking contradiction of a man, a naked saint, a man unknown, his private simple living, his capital given away to those naked in flesh and empty in belly.

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