Clothes Don’t Make the Manic

I dress up every day
But that’s not how I feel at all;
I’d wear t-shirts all summer
And wear hoodies all through fall

I’d grow my hair out — well, at least,
Where all I still have hair:
I have to dress up every day,
And that just isn’t
Fair

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(I am grateful, of course, for employment. I just wish the dress code was laxer – Owen)

Banana Republic

Banana Republic

I took my butt down to the store
To cover it with clothes;
But found, no matter what I bought
I didn’t look like those
Who model this stuff. Not a bit.
I, looked, to be exact –
Like someone kind of overweight
Trying to hide the fact.

It’s strange: the tyranny of hope
From which such action springs;
To buy a whole new wardrobe
Is just one type of these things.
But yet, the signs was there to see
Fair warning for to give;
A Banana Republic
Is no place I need to live.