So many, many, many misfits
hanging barely on just this side of quit
and fall;
half-fits, ex-fits, never-to-be-ever fits
knocking beyond the banquet hall–
If no Great Tailor or conspiracy of shits,
what stint of heart or intellect fashioned the fit
so small?
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