The brazen young who make us stare
at pants hanging low, must want us to know,
that they possess great underwear.
Or is it their statement and claim
that misfitting chic is somehow unique
while all their peers are dressed the same?
Yet style prevails, why do I scoff?
When their pants I've tried, they just downward slide,
I can not turn gravity off.

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