#indecency
I dreamed I was at work
And everyone was naked but me.
A bunch of naked co-workers
As far as my eyes could see.
They were pointing at me laughing
The moment I walked through the door.
They behaved as they didn’t
Know was clothing was for.
Pointed at my chest area
Right were my ******* would be
And at my crotch as well
And asked me “How do you ***
All of that material there.
It really must get in your way.
So, what’s the big idea
Why did you come to work that way?”
I mumbled and I stumbled
And bumbled my way to reply.
I told them I really didn’t quite
Understand all of why
They were all naked here, and
I was wearing a lot of clothes.
I finally told them all that
Sometimes this is how it goes.
They started laughing again
And one girl tried to make amends.
She said the pants I had on
Gave me a very cute rear end.
My face turned red, I said thanks.
And some said I was blushing.
I headed back to my desk, trying
Not to look like I was rushing.
I woke up still kind of giggling
And yet had a feeling of unease.
I remembered the embarrassment
Feeling being dressed was a disease.
Usually it’s the reverse, of course.
I am the one walking around bare.
But something in this dream that night
Helped me see some of the meaning there.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
young lassies near and far
were subjected to looking
at his personal bar
he'd stage the exhibits
on mobile phone devices
all those groinal tid-bits
exposing his wares
in a devil may care way
of indecency to the eyes
he'd frequently flay
on a particular poetry forum
the fellow can be found
advertizing his kit bag
so unedifyingly around
a sixty year old man
would in time be
getting a nab
for putting out there
his wayward
tab
somewhere inside
the Ohio state
law authorities
will pinpoint
the repugnant gate
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 8:13 PM UTC