They want money from somebody, but all they get from me is derision. In fact, I think I'm going to start saying, in a clear, penetrating voice, "Look! That boy's underwear is showing! I can almost see his dangling participles!" Maybe if sufficient ridicule is offered, they will get dressed.
Well, I almost hate
to say, but right this second
I'm wearing low jeans
and a shrunk tee shirt
and my Joe Boxers stick up . . .
I gotta tell you,
I did not lose weight
and firm up my abs to wear
surf-boy baggy clothes.
And, for what it's worth,
more girls start conversations
with me dressed like this
than when I wear, say,
a baggy college sweat shirt.
The look's here to stay.