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***** shirt

White T-shirts were not made for me

they reveal far more than need be

sweat stains, anxiety

spaghetti sauce

dirt & grease

 

yet I keep wearing them

otherwise people would wonder:

“what grave misfortune hangs over his head,

he must be at a funeral every other week”

 

so it’s better to have some white,

any white

even if it is soiled by sloppy habit

at least then I would appear more regular

than Johnny Cash,

or the Grim Reaper

 

lighten up, they say

oh but I am

unbearably light

that’s why

I wear

*****

white

T-Shirts

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Written by
vladimir-republika
Welsh
Published
Jan 14, 2013
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