worn by age
and by many,
I’m trying to stay in shape;
I find my arms tragically flimsy
and my problems melodramatically
long-winded, much like my sleeves.
I’m trying to stay in shape, in form

but the fabric’s tearing
and the dyes are dying
and soon it’s time to hang me
back into your closets. sure

everyone wants to shine and
everyone wants to look good
but you just can’t wear the same outfits forever,
can you; you’d go out of style and
to put it loosely you’d be committing a crime