Drawing by Judith Wolfe
Richard Fein
Poem
THE NAKED TRUTH ABOUT THE NAKED TRUTH
It doesn't sell.
Everyone claims to shop for it,
but no one looks good in it.
These fabrics dangle on store racks until moth eaten,
if moths could devour nakedness.
When trying it on before a mirror,
you'll find yourself with nothing to alter,
for one size fits all.
But think of all the bankrupt tailors,
and how our economy would unravel
if such fabrics were market leaders.
Where is your civic responsibility?
And what do you get for your money?
You parade in public dressed in the material of nightmares,
offending sensibilities, imperiling morals,
someone truly out of fashion.
You'd be flouting the rules of decorum
by flaunting your pimples, scars, and wrinkles.
You'd be arrested for indecent exposure and rightly so.
Some shopping tips,
color coordinate, blend in.
Choose a popular line that almost fits
and have a grateful tailor make alterations
to suggest what you don't have
and not reveal what you do.