Wash your pants, dry them too.
Silly noise in from the machine?
Only to find it tumbling.
Pluck it and back in your denim pocket.

An infinite abyss of fluctuation.
A cesspool of narcissistic hypocrisy.
A contradiction.

You LOVED the way that pair of size 2's used to fit.

I guess happiness is a jeans and T kind of gal...
And so I remain in this suit, uncomfortable.
But ****!
Don't I look sharp?