Strolled onto the scene
semi disheveled...
Feeling self conscious...
My ego was bruised
when the critics pointed out
my ensemble was weak...
Then I remembered
I don’t care what they think...
So I dropped my pants
and took them to the moon
serenaded by a symphony of disapproving gasps..
Muttering their group disapproval..
Freedom can be quite unnerving
to the sheep in the herd 
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