Naked Zen
I lay in my chair and just thought
Of all foolish things I have bought,
Hoped they would cure woes
And not act like clothes,
But of course in a trap I was caught.
So I kicked up my feet and thought hard,
How can I my spending retard,
For I’m still far too stressed,
Albeit, quite well-dressed,
How to honor myself with regard.
Well, I threw away all of my plastic,
Donated clothes tight and elastic,
Now I go around bare
With hardly a care,
Although cool, I feel quite fantastic.
11/8/2018
Copyright © Deb Radke | Year Posted 2018
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