I’m scrappy and my feet are naked.
Too hard to be exemplary.
A naked yokel is a happy yokel.
Different strokes
for different folks, they say.
I’m knappy and my feet are naked.
I really get faked
out sometimes when I encounter the way
others respond to a happy, naked yokel—
surely a radical
approach to living in society.
I’m rappy and my feet are naked.
I guess I shouldn’t be that
surprised that the world wants to fuck me—
a cute, flappy, naked yokel.
Nothing at all to be a-scared
of, trying to be a model citizen like Socrates—
yappy, and their feet were naked.
A naked yokel is a happy yokel.
