If you needed an incentive to rant - then the idea
of tissue paper speckled all over your underwear
should be th’ salutary departing point; so what in
Heavens name am I clambering onto a soapbox
stance about; - well, I suppose you recall tissues
you casually store in work-clothes pockets, back
when our runny-nose season was in full bloom?
It inferred readiness remaining in perpetuity - or
At least until the next wash; - well they’re back &
spread upon my dark underpants, reappearance
being advent of a prognosis we’d get back more
than put in storage - in a form subtending simple
fiats dramatically; it meant either I ignore what is
a moment’s worth of sagacity, or wear ‘em as is
© 24 November 2016, I. D. Carswell
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