Darling! I’m here! By the spidery gates
Lit by the barbecued skies.
I’m dressed to the nines – do I not look divine?
In black pearls by Chanel
In Sumptuaries’ hell?
For Promethean pride in my sartorial side,
I dress and redress my wrongs.
The Fork Guy points to the closet Dior.
Silky satins or sable jackets?
Sequined train or studded jacket?
Egret boa – a bit egregious?
Fringed sari? Don’t be facetious.
I’m fat in that, just like the Versace,
And Puntis laugh at my three-legged Puccis.
The Gucci’s not bad….
The Devil loves fads…
I look hot, don’t you think?
Glamorous, chic -
That’s all that I seek!
It’s not quite right. In this eternal night,
In vanity’s flight,
To my closet I go….
In stilettos I stumble,
The boxes I tumble.
Crumbling under the weight
Of my greed driven fate.
A fashion faux pas
The least of God’s laws
Broken.
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This one just knocked me out! It's a complete wordfest that demands to be read aloud. Just a fabulous use of language - AND you made it rhyme! The tone - dark, comic - is also perfect, and perfectly rendered.
ReplyDeleteThe wordfest is great, indeed. It's a seamless picture of modern vanity without the finger wagging, just the boxes tumbling and crumbling.
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