Green

There he goes again, down

Main Street with his usual swagger,

In all of his egotistical self love

Does he haughtily grin at the world,

Lackadaisically he dons a pair aviator shades

And straightens out the V-neck,

Where the glasses tugged down

And caused a gentle wrinkle in the jet black cotton,

His stride slightly thrown by the new, unbroken blue jeans,

Which go with the green shoes,

And the bright white laces holding it all together.