Eliminating my agility is your ultimate ability, making movement tough is your plan of evil cruelty.
Restricting me from fun like a wife does to her groom, your presence in my life brings a sense of certain doom.
You wrap around me tight like a boa constrictor, your squeeze so tight my voice goes to a soprano from a tenor.
You sneak up on me...nearly every single morning, grabbing on my body without any type of warning.
Its not that I hate you..I just hate what you represent, your kin are the reason that my pockets contain lint.
I'm very glad to say that you're soon to leave my life, and if my mother doesn't mind I'll convert you via knife.
I'll slice off your outer limbs and throw the offal in the trash, or I may just make a fire and burn your excess into ash.
It won't be up to you so don't even make retorts, you'll soon be changed quite quickly from blue jeans into shorts.

Pants: My Sworn Enemy.