Omg! Holey Jeans Poem by Richard Wlodarski

She is a woman
Of sixty-seven
Thinks she's in fashion
Jeans made in heaven

Holey from thighs to knees
In winter does she sneeze?
With others covered head to toe
Is she not worried 'bout the snow?

She's not even one of homeless
Making statement that is tasteless
Fashion moguls control her mind
May poverty she never find

She is a woman of seventy-seven
Praying every day that she gets to heaven
In her holey jeans so tasteless
She's joined the ranks of the homeless