The Bare Truth
I have a secret I want to share,
but wonder if I should ever dare,
or would it be spread everywhere;
of that possibility, I must beware.
Can you guard my secret with good care,
should my soul to you I openly bare?
Your solemn word you must declare
that this truth will stay with us in here.
The fact is, more than my soul is bare,
between my jeans and me is only air;
I forgot to pack clean underwear,
so my boys roam free way down in there.
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