I was feeling around for my underwear, the other night in the dark
and I thought who needs labels when you can simply look for the hole in
the crotch, and then I realized that taken metaphorically, one might get offended, though I meant the observation to be quite innocent pertaining to the tag on the waistband. Why have one? Merely probe for the movable-seam in front to properly orient oneself.

I said
No way anyone would get offended by that
to which I said No?
Just watch, you one-dimensional moron.

Chagall 2017

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