Hanging

I don’t like you.

I hate how you make me feel.

You promised me freedom,

But it does me no thrill.

I had high hopes from you,

But I found you wanting,

For you’re no support at all,

You have left me…… hanging.

(written after the author tried a pair of boxers; he had worn the other kind of undergarments for years.)

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