Rags...
For what it's worth,
These bits of cloth,
Book covers,
The eyeball definition,
Shallow sea of perception,
Such a small mind space to cover.
Hippies,
Business casual,
Bums,
Lawyers,
Construction workers,
Techies and nerds,
Engineers,
Doctors,
Priests and nuns and saints,
Janitors,
Artists,
Waitresses and waiters,
The magic's with the tailors,
And I don't mean Swift.
We spend every day of our lives in rags,
Walking,
Talking,
Judges and juries unconscious.
The tribal stereotypes are comedy,
As we pay dearly in treasure,
Envious of the uniform of corporate slaves,
Give Dad another tie for Father's Day,
Shudder at the slightest off color,
Never mind the gutter-worthiness of patches.
I'd rather the tailor buy dinner for their family,
Than pay for fifteen minutes of Ivy League lecture.
Learn from the Fisher King.
Don't waste too much time,
Nor treasure,
Chasing Rags.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 03/30/2025
Compassion is the greatest sign of Humanity.