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Fashion Sense
A Poem
hello to the you of yesterday,
the babe with all the benefits,
but little did you know you’d fall
from a place of grace and glamour —
like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole
for a gander at the great wide Wonderland
goodbye to the you of tomorrow,
the sad sack sorrow tale of sayonara days,
because little did you know you’d trip
into a mud heap of your own making —
the mountain made out of the mole hill
for the anxieties of another glam girl gone
say your prayers and sit tight,
little lost lamb waiting on signs,
since you’ll never know greater heights
than the gutter you found for yourself
in the gas-light gunfire of grizzly fools
and this acid rain world they left behind
keep your fashion sense and your heels —
maybe click them to take you out of wicked Oz —
but you’ll never have those days again
when you laughed with ease and didn’t worry
about bills piling up or supplies dwindling
because that world is long gone —
sad riddance indeed
