D3sp3rat3 M3asur3s

You see, Desperate Times call for Desperate Measures. Lengths no longer defined by the kind of weather. The shorter the shorts, the higher the self-esteem. and the Longer the Sag the more Swag and being oh so Fresh and so Clean! 12 inch, 18 inch, 24, 36! Even numbers but are the odd lengths that ladies lace front with. Lace that can be disassembled by the small cut of a stitch to take you from a "Bad *****" to the most Dignified Chick. Long Green. Short Spending. Long Lives that are Shortly Ending. Selling ourselves Short for what we thought was an Infinite Length. Worrying about the Length of our Lives always takes up too much time and makes us Miss the good times that we always wish. Ain't that some ****? A Short Sentence with a Deep Meaning. A Short Mistake with a Long Sentence. Longer Strokes they say? The more the Feeling? But I'm not feeling nothing but the shortness of emotions, so I'm trying to get out of this Predicament. I could make this poem longer but would that give it more feeling? And with this short sentence I end it "It's Finished."