mc5 - I'm not wearing any pants!

Always laugh when I'm not wearing any pants!

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"Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine. - Lord Byron

But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I am not wearing any pants.

Simons Mith

Show me the way to go home,
... Nah, too easy.

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think. It means, "I'm not wearing any pants."

Raak

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye,
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages)
Than longen folk to not wear any pants.

NotJohn

Margaret are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving
Leaves, like the things of man
You, with your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah, as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder, by and by
Nor spare a sigh, though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie.
And yet you will weep and know why I’m not wearing any pants.

Tuj

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
I'm not wearing any pants!"