Sweet Shirts
"Sweet shirts!" they scream
as you pass wearing green
bright and so proud it hurts.
Good job wearing shirts.
Women with vests,
partially exposed chests,
I say, "Give it a rest!
Put away your chests!"
I once ate fruit,
since I thought it was cute,
and though it looked real good,
it was made of wood.
Now my mouth's sore,
and I just have no more
dish from which to serve dirt,
so I say, "Sweet shirts."
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