Tag!

I cannot count how many times,
It’s hundreds, I’ve no doubt,
That looking at somebody’s back,
The tag is hanging out.

It often advertises size
And if the shirt is cotton;
When people slide into that top,
That tag is oft forgotten.

It’s tempting just to point it out
Or else to tuck it in,
But either way’s a losing game –
You really cannot win.

So I do nothing, but I try
To right this simple wrong
By making sure my tag’s inside,
The place it does belong.