Fashion in Amsterdam (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You live in fashion magazines
Your calling card is arch
You play extremes as though they’re subtle
Positions weird and uncomfortable
Accessorised to near extinction
A creature of such faux distinction
We follow as you march
They call you ‘le poseur’ my dear
You wear the name with pride
Let them eat cake you once would say
They’re good for nothing but give-aways
As though your self-made identity
Was worth much more for truth is free
And you cannot be denied
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Love it, Helen. Always impressed by your unique choice of words and message.
Thanks so much! 🙂 🙂
The line…’let them eat cake..’ tells me a lot about the intention of this poem. They are a condescending lot aren’t they. Well done Helen.
They are indeed, thanks Michael!! 🙂 🙂