I’m Tailored Towards You - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I’m tailored towards you
Like the emperor’s new cloak
& you me, but I am no peahen
& you are no peacock, so don’t give me
The annual run around the block…
Take me as you find me, sir!
Or take me not; not at all. I won’t be changed
But please be a-gent, pin me up against that wall.
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