Enemies of the Sonnet Man- the Idiots
On the urban streets, they call it fashion,
But the inmates call it advertising,
And it represent those with a passion
For an ignorance that is surprising.
The mentally disabled dress better
Than those Idiots with their pants pulled down,
Exposing their briefs down to the letter,
Performing like a bunch of circus clowns.
These rejects enjoy looking like peasants.
I pity the way that they dress and talk,
So when I see them, I call them feasants,
Because they waddle like ducks when they walk.
Everywhere that I happen to go
I can see a fool with his pants pulled low.
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