Oniomania

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Oniomania

Your petty disguise is f*****g brillant

A little sliver of trivial indulgence in every stitch, 

Engrossing little pretentious fingerprints placed over every inch, 

All tided up with the most enormous scarlet bow.

You bought it from that new store downtown

A store filled with trap doors and tiny nooks. 

The only way to get in was to know the secret password, 

That 3 digit pin on the back of your credit card, 

They always were the most selective club. 

Their wardrobe is stuffed with the latest fashion,

As they hide their decrepit fabric in the alleyway. 

They are just running on the friction of middle-aged wives, 

Charging up their cash registers wIth every compulsory impulse,

Keeping oniomania by the seat of their pants. 

I went down there one time and bought a sun hat, 

One laced with gold plated ribbons 

And stuffed with cardboard.

It was the phoniest piece of headwear that ever left the runway

But for some reason I felt obligated to wear it everyday. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Peaceworker22]

Fashion is overrated seems to be the message. I loved this poem, its just perfect. Why waste time worrying about what clothes we'd wear and keep spending ridiculous amounts of money on cheap crap and treat others as below themselves? If people place their personal value on what they wear, they have it all wrong. It's what is inside the heart that counts. Excellent work, this is definitely an issue that needed to be addressed.

[Olivia Marie]

I enjoyed reading it, and it made me think. Loved it :)

[That_Girl]

As always, beautifully penned. The coarse language is tasteful and adds to the poem. Nicely done.

[Marie]

Sometimes the latest styles are just late...

[olla]

I love your work.. it has progressed very nicely and this is a well written piece.. it carries a poignant message..

I miss hearing what YOU have to say..