I'd Rather Go Naked

The true persona of men is compared
To clothing as though their brain is shared.
This is society's law, unwritten.
Chained to garments to which we are smitten.

I admit, I have frequently bathed in my closet.
I washed my hair with my linen faucet.
The lathery cotton of my white polo shirt
Shined luminously as though it cleansed dirt.

The frost of winter dare tried to freeze,
But my coat halted the chilling degrees.
Its internal warmth trumps an oven's blaze,
Equivalent to polar bear fur on glacious days.

And at weddings; dare I explain?
My elegant tux that complements my champagne?
My mirrored black loafers and tie so yellow
Causes crowds to praise such a dapper young fellow.

Although I must speak upon my favorite attire
From the day I was born until the day I retire.
Birthday suits could cause quite a stir,
But "I'd rather go naked" is what I prefer.