Manhattan's Going "Nipple-Free"

Manhattan’s Going “Nipple-Free”

Manhattan’s going “nipple-free”

As pretty girls are going nude,

(So people disapprove who see)

Which mayn’t be my attitude

Since, every little scrap of “skin”

That’s made available to sight

Vouchsafes another peep to win

Humanity—it brings to light—

Or does it?—I don’t really know—

What goes on in a public square

While, anyway, what does it show

If ladies have no more to wear?

For, what it is I hear they’ve got

(It’s covered up in body paint)

Which, “in the altogether’s” not— 

So “baby-bare” maybe it ain’t;

Though that is not for “modesty”

Nor for a “feminine mystique”

(But what that is it seems to me)

Attention’s all y’a wanna seek.   

You’d paint yourself all over in

The colors of our nation’s flag,

Concealing to reveal more skin

Than any Garment Center rag.

Once moral ire’s been aroused

By all that has been “going on”

How will it be, to be deloused—

Once we are tired of such fun?

So, as Old Glory may be found

Around the bottom of the girl

In colors she is wrapped around

The flag that’s going to unfurl;

For, whatsoever’s next to come,

Of this, the once beloved Land

(To blow a fife and beat a drum)

Is it for this we come to stand?

We see Old Glory wrapped about

Her shapely bosom and behind:

So, just how far have we gone out

Of what’d been an open mind?