Return of Chuckenstein

I am not pleased with my tailor, said Chuckenstein.
My new pants ride up where they shouldn't,
the bottom of the pants have been sewn all wrong,
and one pant leg is higher than the other.
Finally, to my utter anguish,
my coat is not the exact same color as my pants
when I stand in the daylight.
I am dressed shabbily, despite the high price I paid!
I must hide from humanity!
Seek the darkness!
Curses on my tailor!