Starched,

expensive, made by hand

in a luxurious and classy tailors

with the word

sir

attached to every sentence,

the suits populate the world,

like a cockroach

they can never be destroyed,

they just live through

every explosion that comes their way

and they dust themselves down

and continue shouting instructions

to the shirts and the vest tops;

oh I would like to hang them by their perfect tie.

Ban the suit; the Burka, the motorbike leather,

the heavy metal gig T-shirt, the Crewe