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Threads By The State
(Poem)
Though they are made with less than a penny on the dollar
Sewn by many fingers continuously bending
I wear these clothes as if I own them whole
But they are not mine
I am just borrowing them
No fee's, dividends or interest rates
Not even a debate
I must wear them for, this was my fate
Many can relate
Old, used, abused, very few new
I wiggle my toes through the holes in my borrowed socks
Shake my legs of the boxer drawers many have rocked
I am easily degraded as I slide them on one leg at a time
Many men have done the same with the same pair of my pants
Faded with holes
They seem so old like an old soul
I'd rather go bare but I can't go there
Not from where I'm at
Many men have sweated in my shirt
My t-shirt is much older like a gentleman of old
Crusted and rusted around its collar
Boot's that claim to protect my feet
Many enemies walked the very same beat
Thinking, thinking, thinking
I need new clothes
Ones that I can fully call my own
Every thread, stitch and hole you see
These clothes belong to the state not me
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