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by WriterX Jun 30, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Yes, you think that you are smart. Those ready buttons, That plain white shirt, Not a piece of dust on you. But I can see Beyond your face, All your holes And all you stitches. You are no better Than any other suit, All you have Is a smart short name. And although people watch you, Admire you and wish you luck, They are only charmed By your sleeve and collar. But you couldn't feed everyone, Your charm is already gone, We stand here, an angry crowd, And we curse your very look. Now, to all, You are a piece of cloth, Something servants use To clean to the dirty floors.