Losing My Tongue Over Menswear

The universe just won’t leave me alone.

Everything’s a language.
Look in the mirror.
Just goes to show it’s a thin line
between ecstasy and insanity.
Some of us stand at the threshhold.
You know who you are.
Mazel tov!

Am I concerned about
the future of menswear?
No, I am not.
Gender boundaries continue
to blur such that
there are times
I cannot distinguish
male from female.
This proves no problem
since there are times
when I cannot distinguish
right from left,
hot from cold,
dumb jokes
from modern art.
On the upside,
this will lead to
a wider range of styles,
colors, and silhouettes in menswear.
As Kinky Friedman once said,
“Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.”

Let’s end with a blessing of the soap…
Dear cleaning agent,
Thank you for
the gift of self-care,
bodily purification,
and, most importantly,
genital hygiene.
Amen!

The data for a decision in any given situation is infinite, therefore, I am unable to explain why I said what I just said, nor can I cogently explain what follows. Onward!

I am the driving force of my destiny.
I speak and hear no evil.
I see only success.
I hear the music.
I hear the maths.
I hear the art.
I hear the algebra.
I hear the biology.
I hear the magic.
Release the Kraken!