I went to my wardrobe, to dress my skin.

I went to my wardrobe, to wrap yet again.

Six linear feet, is there for me,

Reds and blues… colors flourish,

Solids and stripes… no need to nourish.

I was with my wardrobe; it was always variety.

It was full by those who love me.

I stare to select what is good for today,

I stare to select what will wrap yet again.

I find old faithful, tattered and thin

Oh yes I am quite comfortable with it next to my skin.

Copyright 2011 by Genebrother