Your clothes are more you than your body.
Your clothes won’t attack you.
Won’t make you feel sad.
Clothes won’t make you cry
Every time you get mad.
Your body needs a friend.
It hopes that is you
But if you won’t be friendly then it’ll
Do what friends do.
Drop you like potato
Too hot to handle.
Ya, piss off you body and get blown
Out like a cando.
Tink.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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