The Fashion Police Poem by Jim Boone

Were as lax and loose
As the rest in the '60s
High and tight
Chemically and gloriously
High on life
Both colorful and sleek
With trim bods in tight
Tight clothes: Equipment
For an expedition
From tie-dyed San Francisco
To the skin-I'm-in at Woodstock:
Sex, music, sex (preference)
High and wet, the more
The merrier - lock and load.

Outfits: gift-wrapping
See-through, peek-a-boo,
Drawstring, hip-hugging denim
Zing-go-the-threads
Of the sexual revolution
Mismatched and accessorized
By Who-Do-Voodoo
In fabrics only furniture
Was meant to wear
Like a (turn) green
W i d e wale corduroy suit
Hanging in my lemon beetle
Until the Fashion Police
Got straight long enough
To smash the window
And take it away

A statement I fashioned
Into a turning point
To Nic-Nic shirts
And touch me, feel me
Sleazacity, and the beat
Goes on at the movies
And on TV.
1970