The Naked Truth About the Naked Truth
The Naked Truth About the Naked Truth
It doesn’t sell.
But everyone claims to shop for it, yet no one looks good in it.
Deceptions are sturdy weaves and their tangles leave much to alter,
and yet merchants of deceit are millionaires.
But threads of truth dangle on store racks until moth eaten,
if moths could devour nakedness.
When reflecting on your personal truths,
it’s as if the fitting room has only fun-house mirrors.
But think of all the bankrupt tailors and how our economy would unravel
if these fabrics actually were best sellers.
All you honest souls out there be honest, what do you get of value
if you parade in public dressed in the material of nightmares,
offending sensibilities, imperiling morals, someone truly out of fashion
walking naked on the street flouting the rules of decorum
by flaunting your pimples, wrinkles, scars, and discolored birthmarks,
none of which anyone wants to see.
You’d be arrested for indecent exposure and rightly so.
Some shopping tips for the naive, clothe yourself in camouflage, blend in.
Choose a popular style that almost fits and have a starving tailor make necessary alterations
to suggest all that you wistfully wish to have and not expose what you truly do.
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Authors: Richard Fein. Form: Poem. Length: 20 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors.






