I just wanted to say superfluous
Sometimes, I just want to be naked. But you know what? The Man keeps me down. Don't do this and don't do that. Why must pants be a required commodity? I'm not looking to flaunt anything, I just want to liberate myself from the confines of clothing. Because sometimes clothes are downright uncomfortable, even awkward. So if it's a beautiful 80 degree day outside with the sunlight just beaming down through the blue sky, why put on the superfluous? That cloth isn't keeping anybody warm. No, it's hiding something that society taught us to be embarrassed of. Well you know what society, I won't be your bitch. You can't tell me what to think, how to act, and what to feel. If I want to be naked so help me God I will proudly walk the streets in my birthday suit. But I can't do that can I? No, because society has laws, and policemen to enforce those laws. And as long as nobody else has the same mindset as me I'll just be labeled insane and live a very lonely, naked life.
It's that kind of sacrifice I'm upset about. And no I can't just go join a nudist colony. First of all, those people are weird. I don't always want to be naked. Just sometimes. And you can only do so much in a colony. I want to do other things in life besides sit around in the buck with people who don't do anything except... sit around in the buck. I want to go to class and stuff. Maybe naked, who knows? If it's a nice sunny day outside why the hell not? I will not be bound by the shackles of linens and cloth, damnit! Sometimes a man just wants to feel the wind blow gently between his legs as his every hair rustles softly in the breeze. Sometimes a white ass is simply not attractive next to a finely bronzed torso in mid-summer. Why must we make such sacrifices? For the insecurities of bigwig policy makers? No! I strip in defiance! You can make me work a job I hate, you can make me go the speed limit on an open highway, you can even tell me where I can and cannot be intoxicated, but by the biceps of Moses you can't stop me from taking it off when the moment is supple.
Always keeping me down, he is.
It's that kind of sacrifice I'm upset about. And no I can't just go join a nudist colony. First of all, those people are weird. I don't always want to be naked. Just sometimes. And you can only do so much in a colony. I want to do other things in life besides sit around in the buck with people who don't do anything except... sit around in the buck. I want to go to class and stuff. Maybe naked, who knows? If it's a nice sunny day outside why the hell not? I will not be bound by the shackles of linens and cloth, damnit! Sometimes a man just wants to feel the wind blow gently between his legs as his every hair rustles softly in the breeze. Sometimes a white ass is simply not attractive next to a finely bronzed torso in mid-summer. Why must we make such sacrifices? For the insecurities of bigwig policy makers? No! I strip in defiance! You can make me work a job I hate, you can make me go the speed limit on an open highway, you can even tell me where I can and cannot be intoxicated, but by the biceps of Moses you can't stop me from taking it off when the moment is supple.
Always keeping me down, he is.