Fashionista! #8: The Factory🐾

(the Sixties never knew what hit it!)    
   
The blinding of the walls,    
Detection of the cracks.    
The milling, mindless thoughts,    
That play back countless acts    
...Of decadence.    
   
I come in unannounced,    
With others just like me.    
The only difference here,    
I’m not a wannabe    
...In residence.    
   
I’m here to do my prowl,    
I’m from the upper side.    
They stare at me like owls,    
Who haven’t any pride    
...But arrogance!    
   
I duck into the ‘loo,    
With cocks drawn on the walls.    
The foil is peeling glue,    
While I shape-shift in all    
...My elegance.    
   
The Mistress of Disguise,    
Who walks and looks askance,    
As Billy Name cracks wise,    
While Edie does her dance    
...Spontaneous.    
   
Then sudden from a crouch,    
I leap from where I hide.    
There’s Ondine on the couch,    
Where he and I collide    
...Inheritance!    
   
But Ondine’s not my type,    
He has an aftertaste.    
And Nico‘s full of hype,    
But Lou Reed’s brain contains    
...No sustenance!    
   
So who’s there left to eat?    
No Velvet Underground.    
Can’t hang here on the cheat,    
There’s Warhol looking ‘round    
...For evidence!