Ode to My Pants

Hollister, November 2004- December 2005.

These pants have breathed their last;
now ripped upon the ass.
Below my wallet, a gaping tear
exposing by black underwear
for all to see;
embarassing to me.

These pants are gone with all they symbolize;
proving to me that sometimes love will die,
but I will get a new pair of pants
and wear them a lot, just like the last.