HolesInMyJeans

Uniform

I used to be a tailor once in times when I was free, I knew just how to fit a man their suits fit perfectly.

But now I stand with frozen hands too cold to even move, while just ahead a Nazi stands- his uniform so smooth.

It must be nice to feel so warm his pants tucked in his boots, and an added touch their long pea coats to shield snow from their suits.

With cigarettes they talk and laugh in towers high and warm, while I stand frozen quietly shaking in my tattered uniform.