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The Devil Wears Gucci
by S. Pelham FloodFifth Av, New York—shopper’s orgy: Gucci,
Dolce, Luis, and Dior, Armani,
Prada, and Saks; there’s enough class to raise
the kindest nostrils to the air in praise
of highly priced cashmere and underwear.
The Devil himself prances along the street;
Chanel sunglasses frame his face like sheets
of ice and red Gucci covers his hell-
burnt skin. Even Satan can’t escape the cruel,
cold eyes of fashion’s chosen followers:
Our gay brethren—the eyes of fashion, start
shimmy and shaking ass-first from school,
arms wrapped around Satan, to spend their cash
and scream advice to herds of less-fantastics. 10/29/2005 Posted on 10/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 S. Pelham Flood
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Peggie Eng on 10/29/09 at 03:26 PM Good tribute to fashion..and we DO pay the Devil
for it.... Amex BLACK Centurion Card... |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/29/09 at 03:47 PM Love the "sheets of ice" line, and the fact that Satan gets some fashion thumb's-downs also (tooo funny), but especially that last line - "and scream advice to herds of less-fantastics". I adore the sassy in this. |
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