Please Heed My Humble Warning

There comes to each,

on the occasion of a hectic morning.

A morning so blunt and analogue, the stimuli overwhelms.

A reminder to focus, and maintain sartorial vigilance.

Say, you’re feeling out of season,

whatever is the reason.

There’s another thing to check before you run.

Don’tcha miss those belt loops.

I’ll give you some advice.

Don’tcha miss those belt loops.

In fact, just check them twice.

Before you set out into the landscape of this world,

double-check the waist. Make sure to keep your britches furled.

‘Cause if you don’t, you may invite some things.

Within this fishbowl milieu, that scrutiny may bring.

So, make sure your belt is locked through every point.

Lest the top becomes unbloused and your hip falls out of joint.

And, take care to number every one.

With diligence, because who knows if it will come undone.

Don’tcha miss those belt loops.

Inspect them tactiley.

Don’tcha miss those belt loops.

Include the ones that you can’t see.

Just make sure that each and every belt loop is okay,

and you’ll avoid a bother-mucking train wreck of a day.

A man who was at a parade,

when the sheriff rode past, gave a wave.

His belt wasn’t stationed.

The pants went on vacation.

But, think of the license plates made!

Don’t

Cha

miss those belt loops.

Please heed my humble warning.

Don’tcha miss those belt loops.

Don’t have a belt loop-missing morning.

Inspect every hook, especially toward the back.

So they don’t take one look- and assume that you’re a hack!