“GETTING LAPPED”

YOGA PANTS ARE NOT
JOGGING BOTTOMS,
BUT
I'M NOT COMPLAINING
IF THIS CONCEPT
IS LOST,
SLIPPING THROUGH
THE CRACKS,
ON SOMEONE LIKE HER.

LEGGINGS,
ON THE OTHER HAND,
ARE NOT PANTS
IN ANY FORM;
ON ANY FORM.

THERE IS NO EXCEPTION.
THERE NEVER WAS
AND
THERE NEVER WILL
BE;
ESPECIALLY AS I AM
GETTING LAPPED
BY A NEW YEARS
RESOLUTION
WITHOUT A PRAYER.
THE DEFINITION
OF PANTS
CAN ONLY STRETCH
SO FAR.

narrative poem written on 06-19-2014 by: on mattkane.com
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