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Coat checks on reign checks
Aspects wrought on home delivery
Hyperbole was the ride, getting lifts
No riffs on strings, aims are true things
Third eyes pulling fabrics thru nose rings
Sleights by hands mote to sew silk of dust mytes
Standing up is befitting for all fabric types
Even polyester gives pleasure, if rock'd right
Where what you like, groove is in the heart
My lane has footprints on silk roads of old art
No originating hatred, no swigs spun on cotton gins
My goal is “in”spired agenda of personal rights
My mic is on, even if denied entry to groups dressed in code
Must be something haunting in my design or fashion
Never masking sincerity, as my eyes look for integrity
Appreciating all styles as I'm an owner and consumer too
So if I like your style, I will spell my truth, matching socks to boots
Fair trade is a must, as I address my swatch and express proofs
Calm mints are chewed and if stewed, still come out cool
So respect is always given, courtesy never goes out of style
Humility is wash and wear, as the match is internal, informally
Perfection is 2b mis-matched as some sport who hates players
Games of fruit of looms, is an affair of underwear, I care less
Thoughts are carefully project, dig the concept, don't intercept
If you can't dig my armor all the way thru, no need to lampoon
For a mind is terrible thing to waste, but a wrath is soley by taste
So even if I'm butt naked, exposing family jewels, in winter's discontent
I am forever chill, but will never freeze, in commentary or to congratulate,
while I remain warm spinning linen in forms of fabric from human tapestry!
Namaste
