Method Poem by Wies Blaize

Because I don't know why this summer
A beige suit has to be bought,
I buy a brown one and limit

My choices in such a way
That can pass for conscious,
With in thought the explanation to still decide

To leave the clothing in the cupboard
Because the wearing of a suit to me
Is totally strange and my preference goes

To the color green when it's about suits
That are worn, thereby price and material
And model taken out of the equation.