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I shun my naked body
Excrement is off
And I always battle tears

Every word
We classify 'swear'
Is an arrow
Aimed at taboo
Whose bars were built
In infancy

My dog barks
At curious strangers
Curious noises
Through an old wire fence
He snaps neurotically
Until I let him in
"Good boy"

And so many of us here now
Tow-the-line
Curtail our flaming fire
Our dance
Together
On the sand
Do what's 'in'
Expected
'Yes,sir'

In taming
We create order
Something we can predict
Niceness and ease

And the rest of the day
We analyse our unhappiness

While nakedness knows
With a perfect roar...

Yep .