one lonely success

my favorite pair of jeans is quickly revolting against me.

the hole above my right knee has become its own revolutionary movement, complete with a deposed leader and an inspired populace.

my back-wallet-pocket has conspired to give away my entire life’s fortune.

the casual-cool worn spot below my ass, has changed sides and is now intent on showing my boxers to the world. such conspiracy to humiliate the leader will not be forgotten.

i fear that surrender may be my only recourse.

god be with us.