Dumpster Fire Wardrobe
What a poor dateless chap was young Chad.
Dumpster fires were the clothes that he had.
Pants that hung in the back
showed the world his azz-crack
and not one single shirt wasn’t plaid.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2025
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