An Epic of Pants

An Epic of Pants

A Poem by thebigtrippie
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journey of a pair of pants

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Old man, new pants
Tending to his land
His new pants gradually became tanned
Every day he’d flip a quarter
Hoping his days would become shorter
After his last day
His beaten pants were sold away
New man, old pants
In a hidden pocket,
He found a linty quarter
Heads up he flipped it once
To see if he should buy a soda for his brother

© 2026 thebigtrippie


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thebigtrippie
My first piece

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I love the rhythm of this, it’s very fun to read. I like “every day he’d flip a quarter, hoping his days would become shorter.”

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Added on May 6, 2025
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Nashville , TN