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,

-Semi-relaxed.

 

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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