Fashion Poem by Gary Diamond

Seems like a silly enterprise to me.
A bunch of secondary school dropouts who were a little good at art
Just barely.

Models walking down the catwalk, seem awfully thin these days.
Not really sure why that is.
Personally I think choosing to starve yourself when in other continents
Other people have no choice but to starve
Is a fair measure of what a scrapheap this society of ours is.

Another thing about fashion is that it insists upon itself.
And it goes across the world, insisting, infecting.
Turning the blissfully ignorant into minor carbon copies of what we are today.

It chases it's tail too, like a badly or barely trained animal.
What was cool today will be cheap tomorrow and retro in ten years.
Start collecting, and if you want a slice of yesterday.
There's plenty of charity shops starting to overcharge.
Can't believe their luck, I gather.

I knew a student of fashion.
I couldn't believe someone so smart and pretty
Could have fallen foul of such a shallow little business.
That's the contradiction of our nature then.

Fashion seems like a damn shame.
Art gone awry.
To me it hit saturation point a lot earlier than the other arts
Or crafts.

Now people are so confused by it
That they'd rather act and dress generic.