You understand what suits you,
Choosing from tailors present or past,
Preferring not the uniform.
Whose robes to **** this trip?
Adding their layers to the shadow below.
Fashion a style, accordingly-
Another fearless, determined Oxford man
In a pink suit.
Style a fashion, apathetically-
A filthy, disheveled codger, trudging
From one unmanageable apartment to another,
Writing music in his mind, never hearing it,
Changing the world forever.
Or,
Owning only a pair of each-
Black shoes, tights, and tops,
And seventeen brightly colored scarves,
Wear your heart on your sleeve.
The most priceless accessory for spending
Retirement in Somalia with the children.
Being choosy in dress and shadows,
Remember seasons None too original,
Choose fear or love.
Suit yourself.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
You understand what suits you,
Choosing from tailors present or past,
Preferring not the uniform.
Whose robes to **** this trip?
Adding their layers to the shadow below.
Fashion a style, accordingly-
Another fearless, determined Oxford man
In a pink suit.
Style a fashion, apathetically-
A filthy, disheveled codger, trudging
From one unmanageable apartment to another,
Writing music in his mind, never hearing it,
Changing the world forever.
Or,
Owning only a pair of each-
Black shoes, tights, and tops,
And seventeen brightly colored scarves,
Wear your heart on your sleeve.
The most priceless accessory for spending
Retirement in Somalia with the children.
Being choosy in dress and shadows,
Remember seasons None too original,
Choose fear or love.
Suit yourself.
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