I dress
I confess
Like I belong to a sect
But I don’t
And I won’t
Go down that channel
I inject
Humour no less
As a treat
To this tale
To traverse
The torrid
Of the world
Out there.
Draw a line in the sand
And align
With what’s best
Well, what’s funky
And most surreal.
That’s how I deal
With most of what’s real
And the mess
Of the way how I dress

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