The clothes I wear please no one,
Least of all myself.
For while I may be comfortable
Within my skin, there is small comfort
In these tight pants that make scant room
For yesterday’s indulgences,
Held by a belt that hints of bondage,
And but poor grooming in this shirt
With sleeves that shrank
And stop an inch short of my hand.
In fact, were nudity
Not banned, the only garb
I’d bear today
Is none.
