Old Clothes, a poem by O.L. Buzzerd


I only got

two sets of clothes

one for around the house

and one for going to Walmart


a lot of the times

they are one and the same


but who cares

have ya seen how people

dress these days


blue jeans

with fake holes in the knees

I got holes too in mine but

my holes are from actual work


my clothes feel good on me

they been with me so long

they have conformed to my contour


they've gotten used to me

and proclaim my idiosyncrasies


beer stains

and hot sauce.


-O.L. Buzzerd

 (The chip on my shoulder is potato.)



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M.C. Newberry

Fri 25th Sep 2020 18:16

For oneself - dress comfortably;
For others - dress considerately.😔

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Fri 25th Sep 2020 16:10

Life is nothing without hot sauce. 😃

<Deleted User> (24283)

Fri 25th Sep 2020 12:40

Old comfortable torn yet soothing clothes.😂😂😁😁

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Paul Sayer

Fri 25th Sep 2020 12:25

Great poem d.

My Levis read like an autobiography.
I may have left home without them but they have never left home without me.

Their stains, wear and tear
show a life well-lived, now threadbare.

How is my old mucker?

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