Fashionista

fashionista bullshit, an awkward body mass

forced to fit into senseless shaped threads,

pinned from the back, next month’s fad

am I looking good?

am I looking right?

fashion tabloids desperate for a bite, 

such a fine line 

between fashion and fuckery

your clothes are so “Monday”

I much prefer nudity 

letting it all hang out

following trends just ain’t my passion

I’m beyond fashion

a walking totem pole of peculiar carvings

I see no sense in starving 

myself to be as thin as a rake 

“cocaine chic” is for the cheap, 

appearance is a temporary staycation 

vanity shark hunters

chumming for visual masturbation,

working for minimum wage

I can only afford “Beige”