Brown pants how happy you make my day
I put you on and my cares go away
I love your missing buttons
and the way you've started to frey
the holes in your pockets
and your zipper that doesn't stay
Brown pants you've been under two pregnant bellies of mine
maybe a third if there is time
when there is nothing to wear you never let me down
I love you silky softness
the browness that you convey
even though your hem is uneven
I love you anyway
Brown pants someday
you'll be nothing but a string
I will have woren you out till there's nothing left but your label thing
I will have to cut you up and make you something else instead
maybe a nice pillow for my bed
I will love you even though you've changed
I be glad to still have you with me
Brown pants you are all I need
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