Someone told me the jeans I wear look
pretty good.
It's my argument that they probably
should.
They work hard and play hard: no
fussing, no whining.
They don't dent or scratch, like a
human's bed lining.
Ten years treated so tough you can't
say that it's love,
'Til they fit like my own past, like a
good baseball glove.
(The best of both are near unwearable
right off the shelf.)
It's still a fashion statement if you
wear them out yourself.
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