Modern, modernist or postmodern,
Frankly speaking,
My father had been conservative,
But liberal, humanitarian and philanthropic,
But odd, out-dated and outmoded
Always asking me,
Why did you visit the cinema hall,
Was the film you saw a religious one,
What did you learn from?
So, take it for that I am becoming modern
With the radio, the bicycle and the watch,
The belt, the tie and the suit and boots,
A loafer, a rambler I
Colouring, dyeing my hair and beards
A townsman I, a city-dweller I,
Ultra-modern and modernist,
Frank and bold,
With the fashion designing
I turning into a postmodern,
A tourister, a globalist.
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