These jeans
Think they have the power
To create a dispute
Between two parties
In harmony

The way the waist band
Keeps blaming
My thighs for pulling it down
While the legs
Swear my waist
Is slacking at its job

There was a day
The jeans would have enjoyed
A bout of my self-loathing
But now just get a belt
Until I can make it to the store
For more peaceful pants