Getting Dressed Up for Work

I stare at the closet,
          'Another day!' - let out a dramatic sigh.
Onerously, I open its left panel
          and then right.
'This is all I've got...?!',
          I dolefully commiserate.

Carefully, I select a least wrinkled shirt,
          'Unironed!', I gasp.
No wife to blame either;
          trouser's rumpled as well.
'Tie, kerchief, wallet,
          belt, cufflinks, shoes, socks...

...wherever thou art,
          it's time to start', I plead.

The last thing I do
          is perfume myself.
Tiny globules of fragrance
          halo me, but fail to defeat
malodorous me.

          Everything's done.

I steal a quick glance at the mirror.
          It doesn't lie, they say. And it didn't!
With hair unkempt
          I still look handsome.