They Call Me Indecent

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

Some people call me indecent and others call me rude.

People are offended because I go everywhere in the nude.

When I go out in public, things always get rough.

But it's my fault because I'm always in the buff.

I've had my skull fractured and my bones broken twenty-five times.

I also go to jail because apparently indecent exposure is a crime.

People keep yelling the same thing "Put some clothes on, you perve!"

Just because they can see my privates, they say I have a lot of nerve.

Names can never hurt me but I am afraid when people use sticks and stones.

Maybe I should start wearing clothes, I'm getting tired of having broken bones.