I Hate Clothes : a poem

Guess what? 

I don’t wear thongs.  They give me yeast infections. 

And I won’t wear clothes that cut me in to sections. 

Too high of a rise and I get camel toe.

I get a muffin top when them shits is too low.  

A woman looking distressed while trying on clothes in a dressing room, surrounded by a variety of garments on hangers.

34 back size I’ll get the back flaps

Can’t wear a sports bra ’cause you can’t adjust the straps.

Boy shorts bring the double butt — so not cool,

Push-ups bring the double boob so fuck that too. 

Bangs give me forehead zits. Polyester? Smelly pits.

I refuse to do a baby doll  I’m a woman not a girl

Skinny pants make my ass look big.

A bob on me looks like a damn wig.

So fuck the stores, and fuck shopping on-line.

Why can’t I just be naked all the time?

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