I Find Fault With Every Tailored Suit? Poem by Mark Heathcote
I Find Fault With Every Tailored Suit?
Must I enter doors before they're fully opened?
Must I take these iron heavily rusted keys?
Must I stand either side of these two menaces?
Must I find fault with every tailored suit?
Must I pick every lock to my own prison cell?
Must I turn back the clock to forgive myself?
Must I replicate in order to procrastinate?
Must it always be me and if not? Why, not.
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