Faded Blue Means

Faded Blue Means,

By Terry Scott Niebeling


Worn holes through my pants,

You can almost see my ass.


Rough life, late night;

Forgot to show, forgot the hours-who knows?

-Such plight.


Now we sit in old ragged pants,

Feeling like trash,

Yet mean, and lean,



Things we know for a fact,

It’s time to clean up our act.


Again, what time is it?

I mean, I should be in math…


That seems right, right?  …

I don’t know, I’m off track.

-Moved to react.

And then I think,

My readers are my favorite authors.


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