If it looks like I'm undressing you with my eyes
It's because I want to make a quilt of your pants
If your laundry returns with a rip in your dress
It's because I wanted it for my new bag
If there's a stain I can't clean on your blouse
I put it there myself so I can start cutting
Don't trust me to iron your favourite shirt
Because I will scorch it in a place I can’t use
And don't ask me to fold your handkerchiefs
Because I will surely declare them lost
This is the kind of life you'll lead with an upcycler in your house
Constantly wondering in which quilt your lost socks will turn up.
And when another tie is sacrificed to become a bag
Earlier published with the nom de plume BellaGBear, which is Rianne Doller
