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 Old Pants

Old Pants
Old Pants
Old Pants
 Is there really a difference in pants. When a winoe wears his pants too long and a someone just a bum just an old homeless one he has old pants out drying in the sun is there a difference in style the sun fades them both they both smell so very bad the rain falls on  both of them the mice bite the edges and the bottoms if not rolled up get holes in them for sure they look like old man pants at best at worse his must be worse than mine mine could be worse if wine were now my beverage taken place of mind. They start okay they look real nice eye hate holes in mine high up where people notice them the one eye have is on the back of leg and lower then and nice. It looks almost like a little mouse was hungry and got him some denim some levi to eat and on the bottom in the rolled up portion where you can't see them there is gnashes there is gnoshes there is tiny mouse bites where they nibbled and they roosted. Is there really and difference in them. Eye wear my pants a little different than a winoe does he does not hide his holes or care where they are from or going or near the opening in his pants is some eye cringe to see an old man winoe with holes in his pants so high up they can be seen by France and Belgium. My zipper works and seldom his will completely zip. Eye can wear my pants into the bathroom and do my business there he wears his pants behind the bus stopped and does his business in the street for anyone to see its gross to see that in a busy day time area. It's not his fault they say he is drunk so what is my excuse for faded jeans with holes. Eye am sober but eye am poor eye am homeless with this caveat eye have no lardor no closet door to hang the pants upon the hooks to keep them there to keep them for the looks from others. My jeans are fine today and eye am sober in them pray for me and mine perhaps later eye will find the tape and fix the hole in mine or let it roll and let it ride my jeans is fine.


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