A Hideous Confession

Personal photo

I love Hawaiian shirts,
the louder the better:
naked hula dancers
and leering palm trees.
I wear them every
chance I get.
I’d wear them in winter,
if it weren’t too cold.
There, I’ve admitted it
to the whole world.
Truly, I have no shame.
I know you women hate them,
but I can’t help myself.
They are so garishly male,
as I am so garishly male.
Not PC but true.
OK, now you know the worst.
I’ll understand if you
never read me again.