Low Riders
Every generation has had its fashion frights.
Remember the Duck Tail and the Beehive do?
Headbands and beads and bell bottom pants,
We thought we looked good, who knew?
But today there's one that I just can't fathom.
What's with pants that ride dangerously low?
The crotch hitting about the back of the knee...
Boys slouching along, they have to go slow
.
In desperation they grip their waste band,
I'm guessing to prevent a probable slip.
Do we need to worry about the future?
Relax, these boys will be steering the ship.........
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