Fashionista
Treacherous designers
where narrow is too wide
Smirking as they work, all
knowing the fashionista is prepared to die
Those shoes so pretty will
make the walk Hurleyesque
Indeed the masochism,
sadism and sheer endurance is burlesque
Point is each other with
the end game the wearer
Better to wear it first
and carry it off like no other
Price is no object for the
cost is what’re you prepared to do?
Move to the sound of
jealous laughter wanting to undo
Catwalks and catty remarks
are all hallmarks of the ascendant class
Train hard to wear the
line; it’s made for the lithesome divine
That second of “eyes on
me” is nectar to the fashionista
Prized is the outfit until
the next minute when it is siesta
Kisses to the air, cheeks
in contact, the nails clutch in warning dear
Keep your wits about you
for no other will protect your musical chair
Today we love you and you
look fabulous too
Tomorrow it’s back to zero, waiting for the
designer’s flair
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