The men in green slacks 

 

Twas hot summer day, when heat wouldn't let,

and poor men made jello out of yellow sweat,

when it was first brought to me,

the existence of the men in green slacks.

In a world possessed with t-shirt and jeans,

like a burrito you would be- without pinto beans,

to let yourself be seen in a color like green.

"They came from venus - they came from mars",

but i knew better than to trust in the stars,

i investigated to find, for it crossed me one day,

who were these men and why do they stay,

in a world they dont fit - or proper belong,

to find out about the men in green slacks.

One crossed my path while walking the street,

and i decided to follow while being discreet,

i shuffled my feet for he seemed in a hurry,

and around the next corner i began to worry,

he was going to meet someone and i didnt know who,

because out of thin air, the one became two.

They were men who greeted the other in a normal way,

and each kept the other from going astray,

but why were they different and what could i learn

from just two more men that helped the world turn.

i watched for a bit, curious to learn more

till they walked down the street and into a door

So i decided to follow the men in green slacks.

i didnt want them to know i wasnt their way

so i colored my jeans with a green can of spray

a frightening mob i expected to see,

and an ugly slob they saw in me,

but judged not my less than adequate attire

invited me to stay through their gleeful coir

They behaved not as normal humans - these men in green slacks.

as they began to socialize and together mesh,

partook they not in pleasures of the flesh

their mission was one of great strength and valor

to stand for whats right and above others tower

Then i saw from among them a great light,

not in their slacks but in their hearts glowing bright.

though a bit peculiar to the point that most dont care

because of them a pair of green slacks i now wear.