Hmm.. What does today feel like?
What color will I be?
Am I blue?
Am I orange?
Or am I Portuguese?
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Hmm.. What tie shall it be?
The one with dragons?
The one with pasley design?
Or the one with the red and blue accents on all those scribblies?
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Hmm.. What skirt will I throw on?
I got a long white one with flowers.
I got a slightly shorter one that's flowly and black.
Ohh, what about this faded aqua that doesn't match any of my clothes!
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Hmm.. I have lots of shoes.
The camoflauge high-top Converses?
The size 12 flats with grey and black stripies and stars?
Or how about these steel-toed black leather goth boots?
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Hmm.. Should I grab an overcoat to go over my shirt?
Well there's the brown zip-up hoodie with skull mountains on it.
Well there's the white coat with the black dots on it.
Oh yes, then there's one of my men's dress shirts - this one is orange and white striped!
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Hmm.. belt around my hips?
I spy a random silver and black themed belt that's all laced together.
I spy a black leather belt with big hot pink studs on it.
Ah, the caution-yellow belt I got at American Eagle!
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I'm so ready!
I'm so fucking original!
God damn, and I don't even match!
This outfit is perfect!
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"What's wrong, Ryan-chan?"
"...I saw some stupid whore in first period wearing the same outfit..."
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Author's Note: Yes... I own all those clothes I named in this poem. Scary, isn't it? The best outfit comes from items you didn't think about, you just bought without reguard - then the next morning, un-planned, you throw together something unmatching and great. :D --- Personal quote, my friends.
Not-So-Original
This is a statement! (Not a wardrobe malfunction.) Free-form style.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
