The urge to partake in a leisurely walk,
Through streets of a market town up in the north.
Prepare for the deluge of frivolous talk,
With inane complaining, my rage is called forth.
If life was a shower scene, Director: Hitchcock,
Some bodies ‘neith patios the police would unearth.
To close down this drivel, I need to deploy
A small set of ear buds, my thoughts to enjoy.
As the world passes by your window on life,
A strange revelation spreads through your minds eye.
Everyone looks the same and their fashions unite
To work out this mystery, you can not deny
That life has passed by you, you’ve missed it outright
Just like through your window and folk passing by.
‘When I was a youngster we had our own look
We craved independence, by hook or by crook.
Again, as I sit the world passes me by
But today a different point I pick to watch.
No screen and no window, just my naked eye
For the contrasting fashion I strive to catch.
A campus of students where perceptions apply
If you’re rich, or have income, you won’t wear a cloche
So dress as you feel, be as random as fuck
If your apparel is formal, you won’t get a look.
