If you asked me why it bothered me so,

I’d say take all of my clothes and run away with them. Deceptions and inceptions and plausible interpretations misconstrued with misinterpretations. It’s a fallacy this cover up.

You must understand that even without knowing it,

I have secrets.

If I am stripped of these delusions,

Well then by golly you’ve set me free.

And for that, I thank you.

            Graciously,

                        The Naked Poem