I got inspired to write this lame attempt of poetry after going to Neiman Marcus this weekend. Don't get me wrong, I like nice clothes, and try not to judge people by where they shop, but for some reason I got a different vibe at that store than say, when I shop at Target or Urban Outfitters...maybe it's because I'm cheap.
Neiman Marcus zombies
looking down their nose
at you in normal clothes
ladies wearing pearls
buying Prada and Cavalli
clerks looking past you
as though you were glass
pay attention to me now
before I kick your sass
CJ at 3/26/2005
Comments:
and mine:
Neiman Marcus, Gleaming Sharkskin
poor folks make your icing cake!
Under track lights are no insights
to the source of nouveau riche delights!
- thanks for your blog. Mine is located at www.wyw5.blogspot.com - come see, come see!
Stefush
Stefush-great poem, I love it!
Oso-you are right, but I stick to the sale items most of the time, can't find myself paying 30 bucks for a shirt I can find at Goodwill.
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