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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,  
Iím not a wannabe  
...In residence.  

Iím here to do my prowl,  
Iím from the upper side.  
They stare at me like owls,  
Who havenít any pride  
...But arrogance!  

I duck into the Ďloo,  
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.  
Thereís Ondine on the couch,  
Where he and I collide  
...Inheritance!  

But Ondineís not my type,  
He has an aftertaste.  
And NicoĎs full of hype,  
But Lou Reedís brain contains †
...No sustenance!  

So whoís there left to eat?  
No Velvet Underground.  
Canít hang here on the cheat,  
Thereís Warhol looking Ďround  
...For evidence!
Jade-Pandora
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 4th Jan 2019
Author's Note
To fans of my original series of my shape-shifting Manhattan socialite, here is #8 in the on-going series of our favorite tiger predator - Fashionista!
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