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
Turmoil
Of the world
Out there.
Draw a line in the sand
Check
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


Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day

9 Comments

  1. Very clever, dappy dresser Tom !

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    1. Thank you, Raili… although dappy isn’t a word I’d use! 😀

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      1. I looked the alliteration 🙂

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        1. I thought so 🙂 but dappy to me sounds smart and casual and well turned out. Me? I always look as though I’ve missed a buttonhole! 😀 Hehehe!

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          1. You too? I’m in good company then 🙂

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  2. You do stress how you dress causes distress – but I digress!
    Well done!

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    1. Thanks, Col. You put it more succinctly than I! 😀

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  3. Good poem Tom! 🙂

    I do not dress to impress, so I conceal my success!!! 🙂

    God Bless!

    Prenin.

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    1. Yes, Prenin, that’s a good way of looking at it. I seem to dress to hide my Quasimodo side, but it doesn’t work very well! 😀 😀

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