A crappy poem about pants

What is this crease in the middle of my gut?
Tis a mark from where the pants cut.
Along the middle, through the thighs
This woven material is my demise.

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Can’t walk, legs constricted
Tapered cut, ankles evicted.

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I want to like you, pants, I really do
But when it comes to basic life activities, what’s a girl to do?
You’re stiff, expensive, can’t be washed every day and more
I just had to throw away two pairs recently that tore.

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This is my last pair, but not for a while

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If I had a son, his name wouldn’t be Kyle…

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But look, I wore you today
You’re still incorporated into my wardrobe no matter what I say.

Top: Primark
Cardigan: Primark
Jeans: Topshop
Shoes: Urban Outfitters
Watch: c/o SammyDress