I Too, Was A Fashionista Poem by Nicholas Neato

Welcome to my wild mess
It's a little bit like that wild west
If we assumed that the west was this blessed
If only this north wern't so damn bold
If we had only assumed hell was this cold

So dirty down there
It's so dirty

Welcome to my lady, the South
When your here just watch your mouth
Southern hospitality is all around
But that big city swagger will be your down

Fall
Watched you fall

I watch you
Oh I watched

Watched the spring coil
Watched the winter spoil
All the summers fun
And the fall was much less loyal
Wasn't half as bad as the gun

I'm talkin six shooters baby
I'm talkin real men
I'm talkin faster then you think
I'm talkin about the end
I'm talkin about from which we came
I'm talkin about making amends
I'm talkin about lettin me in, vain
I'm talkin you, me, and a few of my closest friends
I'm talkin about turnin you on to somethin
I'm talkin about turnin you on

Is all my talkin turnin you on?
It's ok, just talk girl
Am I turnin you on?