I may not have better clothes than most people, but to be honest, I have them all beat. For I have a single piece in my closet that means more than all of that to me.
My hoodie has always been special since the first day that I had it on. My outfits aren't finished without it and days without it drag on.
Now, this poem may sound obsessive, confusing, pointless, and funny. But on gray and cold days, it'll chase my clouds away...
Even if it cost all my money.
But I love it bestest.