With one and half days of November left and two stanzas to reach my goal of 14, I went to the local shopping centre to buy stuff and find inspiration. This is what I got:
November verse 12: Clothes at the Metro
One wears a hijab bearing witness
modest Islam is her path,
one a T promoting Fitness
at the local gym. No dearth
of mercenary and smart-arse slogans
worn by hipsters and by bogans,
calls to arms, despair or sex
stretched across their breasts or pecs.
One says, 'SATAN IS MY DADDY',
one 'CU <small> in the</> NT',
another 'I'M THE REASON WHY
WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.' He's a baddy.
'THE FUTURE'S FEMALE' 'I <HEART> <BAND>'
I wear a giant ampersand.
Here is the actual ampersand T-shirt:
Me fail? I fly! 