Poetry 4

Sweatpants and Uggs

Sweatpants and Uggs

Frankly, the fog floats finely

Upon their heads

Wearing beanies, berets, or barrettes.

Limp, stringy hair with golden hi lights.

Jeans tucked into their ughs.

A glaring smile

From a teenage crocodile.

“Ew” as I walk by in sweatpants and Uggs.

I am your future, you ugly brats.

You’ll become a pill-popping, wine mom.

Just give it twenty years, honey.

In five years you’ll be soiled too.

In ten years you’ll think everything is going well.

In fifteen years, you’ll see the cracks.

In twenty,

You’ll wear it.

Sweatpants and Uggs...