pockets stuffed with poetry
bursting at the seams
hole inside of this young heart
and both my blue jeans' knees
from all the times i've knelt
when felt i had to beg
that's how every rhyming line
in every pocket poem is read

with this brand of jeans
the pockets run real deep
hoping for the chance
to have a chance meeting
where i can pull a random poem
as both heart and pen tend to bleed
out from every rhyming line
of pocket poem that i read