Retail
You hang on a rail
Poised in the window.
Flaunt yourself to passers by.
They gawp at you
Then walk on by.
You start to feel cheap
No one cares anymore
They want to swap you
For a newer model.
They move you to the back
You've sunk to their level.
Few people try you on.
Your last year's fashion.
Your on sale.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
