You don’t need those pants.
You don’t need that shirt.
You don’t need to eat kale in order to be healthy.
You needn’t wear a suit to rule the world.
You don’t have to shop in Camden Town to be a punk.
You don’t need a quiff to love rockabilly.
You don’t need satan to love mëtal.
You don’t need a god to be moral.
You don’t have to be dumb to be —-.
You don’t need a drink.
You don’t need hot pants.
You don’t need auto-tune.
You don’t need to be better than somebody else.
You really don’t need that shirt.
Look around you.
Gather up your friends. Your lovers. Your cat. A small clump of grass.
Hold them.
Close your eyes.
Don’t let go.
…but you do need A shirt.