Name brand is the norm,
Designer, a safe bet
Cotton threads tangle up,
And you're caught in the net
Wasting money (not yours)
Buying what you don't need,
A slave to the trends
With your idols of greed
Snared by a word, a model's look
Insecure in your clothing hoard,
But pretending to be happy
While paying to be a billboard
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