#4 A risky rant, A risky pur-suit

They say that beauty isn't only skin deep

That beneath the surface is what really counts

The bit still alive in the dark when we sleep

It's certainly important, by all accounts



But then why is presentation everything?

Why should it ever matter at all?

If all that truly matters is the presence you bring,

Then why on earth should we have to dress nice for a ball?



Now this is an annoyance of a personal type

One that I've struggled to attack after many a pursuit

It may be Oxonian blasphemy, but I've never believed the hype

That comes when you dress in a well-tailored suit.



It's impractical, can't you see?

It's only through society that it claims it's pride

It's with us throughout life, the bizarre formality



In birthday suits we're born, buried formal in suits when we've died.

If I ever go, it'll be how I lived, in something I'd naturally wear



But it's hard to escape, there's suits on everything you see

Even a banana in a tuxedo, I swear!



So let's end this, I plea.

I've never had the grandest of ambitions

But we'll never escape this suit-fixation unless

We work together to make this plan come to fruition

And formally end this madness.

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