8 September 2012
You try so hard
Put in time, effort,
Hours, I'm guessing,
To be different, an individual,
How do you all end up
Looking the same,
Clones of a high-street mannequin,
Manicured into oblivion,
Hair, blonde, back combed
Into a monstrous up-do,
Skin a shade of orange
A satsuma would be proud of,
Tights and short shorts,
Even though it's baking hot,
A sweater with Jack Wills
Or Hollister printed on,
Your outfit probably
Cost more than a weeks wage,
But that's ok because you
Get your self worth from
Your designer clothes,
Don't need to have an
Original wardrobe,
Let alone an original thought,
It's a shame that you've become
More plastic than the mannequin
Your look was based on.
Mannequins • Opuss № I