Underwear
Ferlinghetti, Lawrence (1919-)
I didn't get much sleep last night thinking about underwear Have you ever stopped to consider underwear in the abstract When you really dig into it some shocking problems are raised Underwear is something we all have to deal with Everyone wears some kind of underwear Even Indians wear underwear Even Cubans wear underwear The Pope wears underwear I hope Underwear is worn by Negroes The Governor of Louisiana wears underwear I saw him on TV He must have had tight underwear He squirmed a lot Underwear can really get you in a bind Negroes often wear white underwear which may lead to trouble You have seen the underwear ads for men and women so alike but so different Women's underwear holds things up Men's underwear holds things down Underwear is one thing men and women have in common Underwear is all we have between us You have seen the three-color pictures with crotches encircled to show the areas of extra strength and three-way stretch promising full freedom of action Don't be deceived It's all based on the two-party system which doesn't allow much freedom of choice the way things are set up America in its Underwear struggles thru the night Underwear controls everything in the end Take foundation garments for instance They are really fascist forms of underground government making people believe something but the truth telling you what you can or can't do Did you ever try to get around a girdle Perhaps Non-Violent Action is the only answer Did Gandhi wear a girdle? Did Lady Macbeth wear a girdle? Was that why Macbeth murdered sleep? And that spot she was always rubbing -- Was it really in her underwear? Modern anglosaxon ladies must have huge guilt complexes always washing and washing and washing Out damned spot -- rub don't blot -- Underwear with spots very suspicious Underwear with bulges very shocking Underwear on clothesline a great flag of freedom Someone has escaped his Underwear May be naked somewhere Help! But don't worry Everybody's still hung up in it There won't be no real revolution And poetry still the underwear of the soul And underwear still covering a multitude of faults in the geological sense -- strange sedimentary stones, inscrutable cracks! And that only the beginning For does not the body stay alive after death and still need its underwear or outgrow it some organs said to reach full maturity only after the head stops holding them back? If I were you I'd keep aside an oversize pair of winter underwear Do not go naked into that good night And in the meantime keep calm and warm and dry No use stirring ourselves up prematurely "over Nothing" Move forward with dignity hand in vest Don't get emotional And death shall have no dominion There's plenty of time my darling Are we not still young and easy Don't shout