My Jeans Have Holes in Them

My latest poem on the cultural fashion statement - expensive blue jeans.

In these jeans, tight-fitting and nice,
Someone with cash to spare.
Not made to last, at quite a price,
A stylish looking pair...

The color and denim, so divine,
Not comfy, but oh well –
The pockets have a wavy design,
These jeans are really swell…

They’re not even broken in,
But my jeans have holes in them.
Better than ungodly sin,
Expensive for her and him.

With holes, the envy of mankind
Bound only to get bigger,
I search the stores, this style to find,
Then pull the credit trigger.

Jeans are such a fashion apparel
That comfort is no test,
The softest, stone-washed pants they sell,
So tattered, they’re the best!