(Let Me Borrow Your) Skin Tight Denim Hot Pants

A Poem by John Barret

Never keep your feelings or style caged

Let me borrow your Skin-tight denim hot pants
Let me wear them for the day
I won’t wash them before I wear them
The scent you left in them is your signature
Our scents mixed together creates two signatures’
Like a double barrelled surname
I’ll wear them raw, bare, no underwear in my town
In my town, it’s just skin on denim
Im gonna be doing squats, thrusts & lunges
Im gonna be creating a smell up inside of these skin tight denim hotpants
They’ll be scents created in all the right places
These kinds of scents mean something
Some people think its weird seeing a guy wearing ladies skin-tight denim hotpants
Wearing them all up around town
They might try to judge a guy for wearing ladies skin-tight denim hotpants
Only god can judge me
And when did god say that it wasn’t ok for guys to wear ladies skin-tight denim hotpants
Never.