Wednesday, April 22, 2009

A Poem

People don't like fatties;
Yet what else would we make fun of?
If there were no obese in the world to not be kissed?

People complain about Walmart,
Yet I for one salute you, Sam,
You created an underclass for all of us

Balmain surely is demode,
Yet with no demode would their be a mode?
Hip-hip-Hooray to fashion victims the world over

Love was something I found a long time ago,
I sold it for several women who could sew,
The man who bought it lost it the very next day

The religious may claim to have a soul,
But we all know what we really have is coal;
I burnt mine decades ago

9 comments:

Joanna said...
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Lori said...

perhaps you should try your hand a rapper if this whole "designer" thing doesn't work out

Anonymous said...

FASHION ROAST SALUTES CYBER KARL

April said...

Bravo!

Anonymous said...

Hip-hip-Hooray to fashion victims the world over- heh :D

Nina said...

Now THIS is pure poetry! Sheer entertainment. Thank you, Karl.

Kari said...

you think balmain is demode?? You've working for them, so i don't understand that. besides, the collection, especially the denims and the jackets is on the street. and u know, a fashion which never came to the street is not mode.

Tiffany Marie said...

demode indeed

Thevisionarybutterfly said...

I have a soul and I celebrate this victory over the dead. LOL@your poem. please re-work it.