The Fashion Cloud
Once upon a fashion cloud
Gathered the anorexic model crowd
In hope to be what they do not know
A voice calls out
‘Let’s begin the show’
In rows they stand bent and pale
Armed with nicotine
their strut is frail.
their strut is frail.
On YouTube we find the show is aired
The artist sings and the speakers blare.
What they wear is another story
Some of sorrow some of glory
Fashion is "an expression" they say
A way to be
But it seems that the only expression
I maintain
Is the one you give to me.
Dresses so short,
Jeans so tight,
Panties so thin you can see it all through the
Light.
There’s only one message received
A goal achieved
An industry designed to create the belief
Your skin is cheap.
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