The Naked Man

Look at the naked man,

How he scoffs at the mirror

As though it is a portrait

Of another.

 

Look at his warts and moles

And broken teeth,

But how he holds his head up high.

 

Each time he stumbles

On a step,

He holds himself highly,

As if it were some great achievement.

But each deluded face he pulls

Is a sign he has fallen more.

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