Suits.

You wore a suit
To
Drive around
A rusty
Dinged up
Two-door
Shit box
And peddle drugs.

I would laugh at you.

Now I wear a suit
To
Walk around
A heartless
Superficial
Right angled
Hell hole
And write poetry.

I often laugh at myself.

I think
I know you now
Better than I did
When I was the passenger.

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