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.
