An Anti-Fashion Poem to London Fashion Week by S.S.Wall
What's in the box?
Somebody has put something in my drink -
half these people are pink squealing pigs,
and the other half havent moved an inch.
But the manakins that move sure look fine,
they try just as hard to ignore the ordeurves as they do
to snipe the free sparkling wine.
These egos can exist in a vacuum,
especially in the mirrors of bathrooms.
Things are getting serious this week in london see -
Guantanamo detainees can piss for free
but when even Vivienne's on the tube she got to pay 20p.
Why do we rejoice in others imperfections,
but despise our very own? Everyone deserves flaws,
everyone is thinks they are the pigeon in the cage of peacocks
but when it comes down to it
everything and everyone
including it's creator
lives inside the box.