by J.J. (12th Grade)

I own a suit of black, expensive clothes,
And wearing them feels like a bubble bath:
They make me crisp and clean from head to toe.

Along the cuffs, each silver button glows;
The shoes click neatly when I walk a path.
I own a suit of black, expensive clothes.

The finest tailor made ’em, so it goes.
I’m safe from winter winds and coming wrath:
They make me crisp and clean from head to toe.

A stranger insisted I take them free, just so—
And greater love for clothing no man hath—
I own a suit of black, expensive clothes.

And these aren’t fripperies, donned for show,
The costume of a clown or psychopath:
They make me crisp and clean from head to toe.

They sure weren’t free—how much they cost, who knows?
But though I may not comprehend the math
I own a suit of black, expensive clothes.
They make me crisp and clean from head to toe.