When your underwear talks to you and a poem

I dressed this morning, pulled on the black underwear that has, written on the inside waist-band, the words Every Woman Deserves to Be Happy.  I think I wrote about those panties once before, but don't quote me as I quote my underwear. Later, I drove to an appointment and crawled in traffic through Beverly Hills. I checked out the truck in the lane next to me. Along the side, in large letters, it said Let Me Be Of Service To You. I've posted the following poem before, too -- for obvious reasons.

What She Was Wearing

this is my suicide dress
she told him
I only wear it on days
when I'm afraid
I might kill myself
if I don't wear it

you've been wearing it
every day since we met he said

and these are my arson gloves

so you don't set fire to something?
he asked

exactly and this is my terrorism lipstick
my assault and battery eyeliner
my armed robbery boots

I'd like to undress you he said
but would that make me an accomplice?

and today she said I'm wearing
my infidelity underwear
so don't get any ideas

and she put on her nervous breakdown hat
and walked out the door 

by Denver Butson