Fashion

The fashionable sadist
Selects White Cane with care,
In the boutiques he amazes
As his kind is rather rare:
Lend an eager ear to listen,
Midst the Vuitton and Versace,
Just observe his top lip glisten,
For he's ready to get started;
CK belts are so redundant,
They're not fit for him to wield,
His demands are quite abundant,
Someone's fate is almost sealed;
He wants the merchandise
And he needs to test his swing,
An assistant isn't wise,
If she cannot hear the ring
Of the till, while her commission
Is just filling up her head;
If there's quite an intermission
Before she hears what he has said;
She'll soon be staring at her Blahnik,
Her Fig Leaves in absentia,
She is bent, but will not panic,
Divested of her De La Renta;
For his voice is so instructive,
Yet devoid of any passion,
And his tone is mild: corrective,
For sadism is his fashion.