I Thought About Changing The Style Of Man That I Am

I thought about changing
the style of man that I am.
I thought of
discarding
the oil stained,
faded
blue jeans,
the t-shirts
and socks with holes,
the cracked and worn
cowboy boots.
I thought about cutting my hair
short,
throwing away the bandana
used to keep my hair
out of my mouth,
out of my eyes,
when engaged in activity.
I thought about
changing
the style of man that I am.

I thought about
quitting:
smoking,
drinking,
drugs - (of any federally unapproved sort.)
Yes, I thought about
quitting.
I thought about
changing
the style of man that I am.

I thought about
buying some loose fitting
white pants,
sandals,
a tasteful,
slightly oversized
tropical shirt,
that I would wear unbuttoned
over a newly washed,
neatly pressed
t-shirt
of some sickening pastel hue.
I thought about shaving regularly
and purchasing a genuine,
imitation,
panama hat.
I thought about
changing
the style of man that I am.

Then I thought:
Wow!
The world
almost got to me there
for a second.


Copyright (C) MMIV (2004)

by Derek R. Audette

Comments (1)

excellent in style and sentiment...thank you.....know where you're coming from