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[odditycollector]

There has been an unusual amount of complaining about pants on my flist today. I will help!

 
if you asked me to rant a rant
I find that I would rant of pants
of fabric stitched in parallel
where legs, where knees, where asses dwell

I would complain of sizing schemes
afraid I am of ripping seams
when bending down or standing quick
or running fast or throwing kicks

and pockets just embroidery
my coins and lipstick all go free
to tumble down to dirt and dust
lest save my thighs begetting lust

and let me start on dry clean tags
on fabric better used as rags
and too long hems which trip and drag
all bunched in scented shopping bags

though never find of me a liar
I dream of setting pants on fire