Teenagers strutting, down my street
Dressed in oversize clothes, in this heat
Holding up their pants, by the crotch
Going down the evolutionary scale, by a notch
Trying to run, is a hilarious event
The laughter that results, is truly heaven sent
Whom would hire them? And for what, in this town?
To stand on a street corner, looking like a clown?
If its a style, I hope it soon goes away
Imagine whats next, for the kids of today
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