It's Friday evening and time to relax
I grab a cold one that I can crack
It's really hot and I'm feeling bold
Gonna walk around without any clothes
I can do what I want in my home
I don't wanna wear any clothes
Let it Hang down wherever I roam
I don't wanna wear any clothes
I'm interrupted by a knock at the door
Putting on pants is such a bore
open the door who could it be
Jehovah's witness looks down at me
Eyes widen as they scream at me
Standing there with what the Lord gave me
I can do what I want in my home
I shouldn't have to put on cloths
Let it Hang out wherever I roam
I don't want to put on clothes
Friday night and now I'm in jail
Public indecency and got no bail
Man walks up and says take off your clothes
I wish I would've just stayed home
I can do what I want in my home
But maybe I should put on some clothes
Don't let it Hang wherever you roam
I just should've put on some clothes
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poems of the past
Poetrypoems I've come up with from my past and my present that I shall present on display
