Listening To My Clothes

My shoes are glad to be here Because they are show offs. With their crazy psychedelic colors And their loud look-at-me designs. My sweatshirt parades in the room More reluctantly. Large white letters speak for themselves. Learn. Lead Succeed. Stephen Covey stuff. My fluffy pink socks scrunch low to the bottom of my shoes, wanting to be back home, safe in a dark drawer. They are as skittish as any piece of clothing I have ever had Including my shy pink rosebud nightgown. I roll my eyes as I hear my clothing think for themselves. Why did you bring those homebodies? Blue jeans queries. If there is one item of clothing I do not answer to it is Blue Jeans. He always has a sarcastic edge to his accusing tones.