We live in an age of fashion, yo
A fashionable age, indeed
Not just an age of designer wear
But of also, houses and hair
Fashion is not
Just a statement
A trillion-dollar industry, yo
A divinity, perhaps a demi-god
Demanding respect and regard
A wallet that gives adulation
And Credit cards, devotion
All at the altar of fashion
In a long unending procession
No, it is no longer only
Devil wears Prada
Mere mortals like me and you
Of all classes, races too
If originals are beyond reach
Copies of all rank must do
First, second, and even third
Any copy will do
But a bag must mean, Gucci
A tie, definitely Versace
A car, only Maserati
Perhaps even a Lamborghini
Valentino dresses
Louis Vuitton leather
Balenciaga shoes
Yo, nothing else will do
Even education
Has now become fashion
Ivy League and Russell Group
Yo, nothing else will do
Nothing short of designer babies
The trademark of our age
And yet we can’t design our hearts
Our actions and our thoughts
Towards our neighbour, unfashionable
Old-school behaviour, unforgivable
Old-town violence; Crusader rage
In our unfortunate fashionable age
The fashion show must go on
But not only of lingerie wear
Perhaps a showcasing of working together
A cocktail of sweat, toil and hard labour
A ramp walk of love and not of shame
A show stopper not only of fame
We truly live in a designer age
So why not design a designer sage
