one of my biggest fears
is spilling coffee on my favorite striped t shirt
white with thin black stripes,
how embarrassing that would be

thats why its place in my heart as my favorite
has been replaced by the charcoal gray
whose dark shade hides all types of stains and mishaps.

in one fell swoop
with my favorite striped shirt
the night is ruined
as I recklessly fling the french fry
from plate to mouth
and the ketchup flies off as per the laws of physics
straight into my chest
signalling the end of my life

it was nice knowing you, striped shirt
but your power over me
to expose my clumsiness
and make me incredibly self conscious
is no more