Clothes do not make the man; only make him handsome.
“Throwing something on” makes him sloppy & random.
Still, what truly matters can be found underneath.
I speak of character…not what is in his sheath.
Many make inexplicably confident punts.
Ignorant of mirrors; where they’d find they are cunts.
Just a few times have men disarmed my defenses.
In truth, those were about coming to my senses.
Self-respect & esteem are an absolute must.
If you can’t communicate, you will eat my dust.
Bad breath, greasy hair, ripe & overly hairy…
You ain’t walking in thru my out door, Raspberry.