Dress Me Down
My shirts are tired of me.
'You're tiresome', they say,
'shouldn't you leave soon ?'
My socks take their orders
from my shoes,
or is it the other way around ?
Never mind, they agree anyways,
'You've had your fun', they say.
'you should quit now,
before you're too far behind.'
My jeans, all black as my shirts,
they're tired of the tedium
of holding me safe.
'You've got a bit tedious', they say,
'we're bored now, go.'
My briefs are last to reject me,
and most cruel.
'Don't abandon me', I plead,
'I'll die of shame !'
'Yes', they say,
'that's the point, isn't it ?'
26th August 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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