It’s impossibly ugly, this sweater,

But I wear it each day no matter the weather.

Through the rain that can puncture holes,

From how long I’ve worn its shoals.

Plastered on the front is a red cloth,

So old it looks like a tablecloth.

Through the impossibly warm days,

My life has become a maze.

Most walk past and say “let it go!”

But I dismiss it and continue to show.

It doesn’t matter what others think,

Me and this sweater have a link.

Even my mother tells me I’m a disgrace,

And that it ruins my face.

The rain water trickles down my ugly sweater,

But I still wear it no matter the weather.

No matter the heat,

Just me walking down the street.

No matter the cold,

My sweater so old.

With hands of guidance,

I will not worry about their abidance.

New citizens become weary,

With the streets so eerie.

It’s impossibly ugly this sweater,

I think it’s about to tether.

It’s so impossibly hideous,

So much so that it’s insidious.

I say it then, I say it now,

You still might be asking yourself “how?”

it’s impossibly ugly, this sweater,

But I still wear it no matter the weather.