Take me… seriously? Why did I even apply?
Coated in dog and cat fur,
extra texture added to my black fleece hoodie;
the pilling exterior impossible to remove too.
Her eye skirts my surface noting causal attire:
jeans, t-shirt, fleece hoodie – worn but clean.
Leaving my plump form [also worn but clean],
her eyes slip to another who is neater but less original.
A façade similar to clothing and make-up advertisements,
this one looks normal even clone-ish to her own style.
Rejection waltzes my way; the fur drifts on currents
settling on the less than original décor leaving my trace behind.