When in my clothes I find unique moth holes

When in my clothes I find unique  moth holes

And have no matching wool which I can use

To darn them  all becomes my only goal

And  then my little mind becomes confused.

To simplify my life, I’ll wear but blue

And toss all other hues into the bin.

Does this seem the wisest way to you?

Or might it be an error or a sin?

Excessive contemplation of one’s acts

Can produce  a hint  of agony in the mind.

And so I’ll numb my brain with wax

Then  my tension will at last unwind.

Ignore all moth holes and peculiar stains

For dwelling on these matters harms the brain

However if you find an acrid smell

Toss all your clothes into the nearest well