Deodorant
Think I'll dress in my one suit,
silk shirt and handkerchief,
pop in a breath mint
and shine up my shoes;
make that impression,
look good for the ladies,
with cash in my hand
what have I got to lose?
Yet I wish I felt better
more up to the task,
my suit's sure been neater,
my shirt has a stain;
you don't notice it, though,
when I'm wearing my jacket
and the hole in my pocket?
I'm not one to be vain.
CODA
There's no one to impress
for I'm the only one I'll see,
I'll roll on some deodorant
so I'll smell good for me.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009
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