Let Us Bare Imperfect Bodies

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Count the slaves to cuffs and collars;
count the devotees of dress;
meet the business kings and scholars,
on their highways to success.
Watch a million-dollar mogul,
in his jacket, slacks and tie,
pause to postulate and ogle,
humble nudists walking by.
San Franciscans bound for Eden,
got permission from the courts,
judges ruled that no one's needin',
any sandals, socks or shorts.
Still, the natives' aren't embracing,
newfound freedom from their clothes;
seems they're shy to start unlacing,
tethers which the nudist loathes.
Does 'immodest' mean 'immoral'?
Does it mean 'indecent' too?
Is it worth a public quarrel,
just to bid our clothes adieu?
"Aye," says I, for all the studies,
seem to show that nude's OK;
naked parents, neighbors, buddies,
aren't what "turn" some children gay.
Perverts, peepers, rogues and rapists,
hail from homes too strict, repressed.
Let us be clothes-free escapists,
when warm weather suits it best.
Let us bare imperfect bodies,
wrinkled, freckled, scarred or fat
Let us nurse our thirsty babies
with no ruckus, fuss or spat.
Let us strive to teach the callow
taunters in their pants and shirts,
not to be so cruel and shallow,
ridiculing till it hurts.
Let's beseech the Christian pious,
not to flinch nor take offense;
look upon us without bias...
nature knows what makes most sense!
~Michigan Jim~

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