Wet T-Shirt Contest

They want me to enter a wet T-shirt Contest.

I don't want any part of it.

I don't want to be the next person

to end up on TV.

My pleas aren't good enough and

they volunteer me. I can't leave yet.

Either way, I'm going to always be different.

I feel the liquid moistening my shirt.

I fall to the ground and I'm going home.

I like this metaphor. It's a new way to think about it. Tell me what you think.