Ode To A Hooded Sweatshirt

(i wrote this channeling the inner 4 year old in me... i didn't feel it fit in with my poetry book so i'm putting it here... take that you bastards)

i wear my hoodie
everyday
why must i wear it
some of you might say

it's like a blanket
knitted by mom
but mom's don't knit
where i come from

it's got a big hood
to cover my head
i always pull out the string
so i don't choke and be dead

the birds on the chest
have no need for a nest
nor do they poop
so there's never a mess

it keeps me warm when i'm cold
but if i get too hot
i just unzip the front
a little, or a lot

when i want to hide from the world
i pull up the hood
or i can put my hands in the pockets
when i'm feeling up to no good

i love my hoodie so i wear it
everyday
it holds in the good stuff
but keeps the demons away