I left the house with nothing on
And wondered where my clothes had gone
The funny looks from passers by
Caught their stares as they wondered why
This guy was walking down the street
With nothing on, and smelly feet
And then the police arrived en masse
And smiled when they saw my bare ass
They took me home and left me there
All wrinkled up, and without a care
For I love to be without my attire
Because that's how I'll be when I expire
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