Bad Denim

You've got a rack so stacked.
When you move,
You're like a 'caddy'.
And smooth like a 'rolls'...
Wherever you go.

Some folks wear jeans,
That scream when they're in them.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!

Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.

When you wear 'your' blue jeans,
You lift my low self esteem.
Some other people need to quit,
Trying to squeeze them till they rip.

Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit in,
Bad denim.

When I see you from the back,
There's no sad sagging that's a fact.
You're like a smooth moving 'caddy'.
With a packed stacked rack.

Some folks wear jeans,
That scream when they're in them.
My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!

Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.

My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!

Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.

My eyes look away...
But on you,
They stay!

Bad denim.
Some other people make them look like,
Bad denim.
They shouldn't even try to fit them,
Bad denim.

You've got a rack so stacked.
When you move,
You're like a 'caddy'.
And smooth like a 'rolls'...
Wherever you go.

Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.
Everybody can't fit in 'em.
Bad denim.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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