Brown Tees Suck.
I have so many brown shirts. Okay, I have one. But I don't like that it's brown. It doesn't go with the rest of my supremely colorful wardrobe. And so I can't buy other brown tees. And it makes me want to explode. Because I like this poem, and I want it on a shirt, and it would be lame (and, come to think of it, probably illegal) to just do an iron-on design. Gross.