pull the tag back
as the fabric unravels
to reveal that sometimes life isn’t authentic.

pay less for the cheapness,
the sheer unrealness
‘cause what be the point of shelling out your soul
for a slice of authenticity when
you can have that for half that!

see the thread?
pull harder to realise
the hidden agenda.

for a smile was never a smile
just a cloth
just a stitch
we wore a while.

but now the snickers start
and the laughter grows
as everyone finally realises
finally knows, that you’re clothed deep in imitation
and it’s hard to hide as you mumble
an “i’m sorry” to the DESIGNER you tried to rip off.

© t.j.h


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