Ode to Fave T-Shirt
There's no need for a subhead here. I wrote a poem about my favorite shirt. Or is it a metaphor for something deeper? Nah, I miss my shirt.
Lots of bad mojo in the world today. Lots.
If you’re looking for serious discussions of war, crime, inflation or Halsey’s*** thoughts on how the British East India Company was ultimately responsible for the American Revolution, this ain’t the place.
Enjoy:
***”But I don’t know who Halsey is!” Oh, for crying out loud. Understanding pop culture can be just as important (and satisfying!) as knowing the nuances of quantum physics or grokking the meaning of mohel.
THE END!
ClownWorld Shakespeare’s on Instagram. And so is Halsey… as well as the British East India Company, which has morphed from a multinational conglomerate into some sort of amateur men’s basketball team. But I’m funnier.

So sorry for your loss.
I 'accidentally' step on and rip my husband's crappy... I mean old fav T-shirts. ......please don't tell him this, I've blamed the washing machine for years! My dark secret!