All Package, No Product Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Most fads, refuge of fashion's also-ran,
Subsist on: if she can, so too can men;
Take man's padded up pants, poor croach's hot hell,
So is lifted up butt lifting morale;
Be it man or woman, panty or pant,
Fashion pours off see-through shrunken raiment,
Obsessed as she remains with breasts and butts,
And men? Bod packs, what lies ‘tween legs, and guts!
And what God failed to grant, worry no more,
There're doctors, and designers too galore,
Nay, there're designing doctors off the street,
As doctoring designers too discreet;
Ah, fashion is perchance there to distract
From what's or not between legs, young and old,
Or from what's not between two ears, in fact;
From substance to vague style, subtle to bold!
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- Satire | 09.10.10 |