Belt Buckle Lament
By birksy
Every morning before I go to work I get dressed, have to wear a suit, shirt and tie, have to look my best, but this morning though I’ve been forced to stop, the victim of a very sad event, today I’ve been forced to mourn, in the old belt buckle lament. It’s true that I’m no spring chickadee, that’s long gone, And maybe I’m guilty of keeping things, well worn, but it’s a shame when one’s whistling away, with no anger to sourly vent, to be stopped and psychologically punched, with the old belt buckle lament. So, as stomachs go I must now admit, mines matured, I take from bending rails those garments long ago procured, and now some fifteen nameless bags, are quickly charity sent, the victim of an early morning case of the old belt buckle lament.Saw the picture - reminded me of the poem - so here it is... Written May 5th, 1999 © on Oct 29 2002 12:57 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 14
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