Threads Apart
. for public domain
[ Hey, man! New threads? ]
Tomorrow morning,
I jump into a new pair of pants.
They're not fancy,
not pressed and sleek,
like pants Fred Astaire would wear to dance.
They're not so new.
They're second hand, but not worn so thin
that they feel pansy.
The thread's not weak
like thin skins drunkards wear, too full of gin.
These pants are good pants,
fit for a working stiff who sweeps floors.
Not for a Nancy,
nothing near chic,
like scores in show windows of finer stores.
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