Tattered Fashion Inspiration
I saw him sitting on the street,
With open arms and folded feet,
A beggar with a bowl,
He had on him a tattered jeans,
And matted locks that proved his means,
A poor and hungry soul;
I saw him coming out his car,
A rockstar with a new guitar,
The hero of the crowd,
A tattered jeans he had on him,
Uncombed long hair, unshaved face grim,
A rich brat spoilt and proud;
The beggar sat with hair not shorn,
Coz of no dough, his dress was torn,
I could understand that,
But that rich guy in clothes tattered,
Inspired by a beggar battered,
I think fashion fell flat.
08.23.17
Contest: Form T
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Theme: Tattered
Form: Tail-Rhyme
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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