Be a Harlequin and Give No Fucks

Before the event I was worried and agitated—

that’s normal, isn’t it?—
hoping our act would not be stamped x-rated.

That was before I meditated
and got my mind off sex for a minute,
but I still felt worried and agitated

that I’d leak brain juice and be addle-pated.
But why should I worry the least little bit?
My act won’t be stamped x-rated

if I just wear socks that are not mated.
All of us have decided to do it—
not to feel worried and agitated,

but just be harlequins and give no fucks about it.
We won’t have to take our shoes off,
at least, as I once had to do in an x-rated

Buddhist levitation center.
I felt abashed, but I shouldn’t have.
The beauty of my socks can’t be overstated.
So for once I won’t bother to be worried and agitated.