Is the hole
In your jeans
Compensating
For the hole in
Your damn lost soul?
Are you shoed
Sockless feet
Regressing you
To hippiedom?
Are your plaid shorts
In damn winter
Disguising your
Frigidity?
Are your super
Cool high heels
A cold war against your
Napoleonic complex?
Is fashion killing
Or saving your sole?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people seem to define themselves by the clothes they wear. This is easier than thinking too much about anything.