Let’s chew fashion
And get full in its elation
Who cares about stinky farms?
Who wants to be at the end of its harms?
Slugging?
We must keep sleeping
Prouding?
Then let’s dance famished
If clothes and prestige cannot feed
And none wants to touch or be touched
By leaves,
Then I’m sorry for me
I’m sorry for you
And I’m sorry for those
Who jump from wombs with glee
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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2 replies on “FAMISHED FASHIONISTAS”
The farms are for us to feed not for us to need . To distant ourselves from all of the mess and dress as nature says. I know what you say but we have forgotten from whence we came. Its again tradition which life was founded upon. People rather act then think. It’s to much to think before you act.
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That’s true Sheldon, it’s amazing how we neglect farming for unimportant purposes like fashion when we can do nothing without food. Sad.
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