These Dickies are like burlap bred with cardboard
To fabricate a child both rough and smooth,
Ready-born to bear the weight of manly labors,
Perma-pressed, presenting gentlemanly couth.
The rugged seams hold firm through deals back-alley
‘Mid scraping drunkards, thugs and cutthroat rascals.
But creases, preternaturally crisp, bespeak
Respectability, respect and scruple.
A time may come for businessmen to scrabble
Foul streets for pennies from lazy pockets,
For winos to come inside, invited to dine
At tables sumptuous, spread for stately junkets.
As men might reach their stations slaves to schedules
Set not by them but, rather, destiny,
It’s wise to dress prepared to play all angles,
To brace against fate’s whims sartorially.
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WOW! I'm impressed. I thought you just talked alot..alot. ALOT. Well, I should say wrote alot..The long email king. But, you are actually saying something here and it came out artfully.
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Thanks a lot, IFJ. That's very nice of you to say. I appreciate it a lot. I would like to receive a lot of compliments. I suppose my artistic passion for sounding fabulous rivals even my artistic passion for looking fabulous.
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