Bright skin tight
a crazy canary yellow

jeans
my pride & joy

(my first Versace)

took a lot
of balls

to wear ‘em
but then

I got
‘em!

My mother hated
(with a vengeance) them

(hated to pieces)
them

until one morning early
up with the crow of the cock

I cut them
myself to pieces

“Snick snack! ” sniggered
the scissors

(good for a laugh)

threw the shreds of the threads
up upon the roof

let an hour or so
pass

and then discovering
my own(the devil’s) handiwork

accused her
of the dastardly deed.

Who else(I said)
wanted the jeans dead?

Who hated them
with such a passion

to do such...such
a thing.

Maybe she thought...
“I did it in my(God forgive) sleep.”

“Although I know
I didn’t do it

it’s what I would have wanted done.”

After hours
struggling like a worm

I let her off the hook
confess it was I

that done them
(the jeans) in.

She annoyed at the spoof
that took her in

but delighted at the demise
of those damn things.

The hearty laugh of then
the feeble smile of now

as she(here is this hospital)
tries not to die.

Dónall Dempsey

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