Square pegs and round holes,she said I’m a dreamer, I try to make her see I’ve been thinking about forever. I come off as distant and they interpret it as a lack of enthusiasm, I beg to differ, I just don’t waste enthusiasm.
I’m quite enthusiastic about my orange Silk scarf though,my bad, they call these things Cravats. It doesn’t matter what they call them anyway , as long as they are pure silk. My velvet slippers are by Paciotti ,My Db is tweed and my cuffs are unbuttoned. It’s the least I can do to be like Keith Richards .*Sigh* It’s safe to say I’m dreaming again.
I wasn’t made for a bank and my feet ought to be in Berlutti’s . Shout out to all the fellow boys stuck at day jobs especially those of us that have to stare at ugly clothes all day cos our work mates don’t know any better. I met a girl on the elevator once ,one glance and I knew she was made for the camera. Her legs remind me of Charlize and she ought to brandish them on the cover of some magazine , she’s stuck in an office though. Stuck in the wrong place.
Pretty Grey brogues with no where to wear them to . I might kill myself if I have to buy another shirt from Francomb. I wanna wear shirts from J.Crew and snickers from John Varvatos . I think I’ve had it with ties too , besides it’s not jetsetting if I’m not the only one putting on one .The point is simple though, many people like me are stuck in the wrong place , it’s almost like taking a kid and shutting him up in a little square room, it’s a shame. I ought to live free, you too. I might rebel and quit my job, but that’s just me .Square pegs can’t fit in round holes, it’s illogically possible.
My advice is ; Do what you love as long as it doesn’t kill you and above all..” Stay fresh or don’t stay at all”