It used to be it hurt –
And that not just a bit –
When I’d put on a shirt
But none would notice it.
I felt myself betrayed
That others failed to see
I was so well-arrayed
As ever one could be.
But, nowadays, I know
That no amount of praise
Can bring me high or low
Or make me change my ways.
As such, what shirt I wear
Is neither here nor there.
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