by Kewayne Wadley
It's hard to find a comfortable pair of jeans.
Stitched fabric, threaded & tucked denim.
With enough room to perfectly fit what ever I need.
Off beat & relaxed.
It's something nostalgic about good fitting jeans.
The folds & creases
Bulges of the happiness you provide.
With ordinary jeans I just can't,
Although simple, I carry you with me everywhere I go.
Back right pocket, my identity, my currency,
My most important thing.
Stitched & kept close,
No matter how big the rip,
With ordinary jeans.
There just isn't enough support
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