A shirt that you hate deliberately

There are times when it is better,

To wear a shirt that you hate,

Than to wear a shirt that you love,

To wear a shirt that fits you like a glove fits a snail

Or that is made from a fabric

Which makes you feel that

Millions of minute and tiny nails

Are continually being driven

Into your skin.

Or a shirt made from cloth so thin

That blobby old skin  shows through

A shirt that does not camoflage the real you

Or a shirt where the colours and patterns

Are so strange

That they make you look like lumps of fresh bloody reptile blubber

Shaking on a plate

And then there are times

When you don such a horror

Realise that you have done it

Go out And the door slams behind you

Its too late mate

But there are also occasions to wear

A shirt that you hate deliberately

When you are going somewhere that

You should never have gone to begin with.

Where the premises are wrong

But you have to have to go along

Uttering words without meaning

That just move phlegm around inside your mouth.

That is when the hateful garment

Speaks truth for you saying look at my shirt and see

How I really think and feel

It is not me, it is not real

I am just wearing the shirt