I’m nuttin’
but a simple button.
battling the blues.
Holding fast
amid adversity
standing against stress and strain
I see you stare
I do not care.
While ripping seams are heard in dreams
accompanied by delirious screams
I’m a button with a function–
Keeping everything together
against the odds,
without applause.
For Sam, I can!
Because, madame
I do my button best
clinging lest things explode
against his chest.
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Dedicated to the button straining on that blue shirt. It has a Twitter account. Seriously.
