Tuesday, February 23, 2010

These Pants

Inspector, would you look at this? These pants
Have no belt loops, elastic at the waist,
Or buttons for suspenders duly placed
In front and back, or holes cut out at slants
Made for a rope like those for hanging plants.
I'm worried I'll be laughed at and disgraced,
Because my underwear, though I've been chaste,
Is red, the very colour of fire ants.

No, I can't change that. All my underwear
Is flame red, bright red utterly unmixed.
I don't like muted colours, lost betwixt
Hope and desire, as if one didn't care.
I race the sun, I challenge death, I dare!
Inspector, please just get these trousers fixed.

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