the black tee

The Black Tee

Hanging on the hanger

The long wait to walk

On the B to B bridge

It stands upright

Blowing by the wind

Feeling the cool breezes

Yet still can't take a walk

Waiting on the hanger

It whistles to the passersby

Nobody wants to take me?

Let me see the longest bridge

Everyone walking by

With tablets and handphones

Ignoring the Black Tee

Waiting patiently on the hanger