We Are Not Treated Like Designers

Plaid pillowcases, paisley sheets, polka dotted comforter,
               The brand name designers can throw this together
                      And everyone oohs and ah’s and acts like
                              They have never before seen
                                  anything this marvelous
                                    And never will again.

                                    When we try to do it,
                                          People laugh.
                                      Behind our backs
                                       After they leave

                                       Unless they are
                                            Relatives…
                                        They laugh
                                        Immediately

                                        Loudly and rudely.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Wolf Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 11:29 AM
Ha, ha... Kind of like 'modern art,' in a way: When 'they' do it, gullible spectators gawk; when 'we' do it, they let us have it. LOL. I LIKE this poem! :) gw
Krutsinger Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 2:33 PM
I always think it is hilarous that if a certain"designer" does it, no matter how squirrel-ridiculous it is, everyone pretends to "LOVE" it.
Romios Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 9:02 AM
Caren, this is so unique and unusual. It's really good. I speak from my heart. Panagiota Romios
Krutsinger Avatar
March 3, 2019 at 2:34 PM
Thank you so much Pangiota. I know you always do, my friend.
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