Fashionista

Without make-up and designer clothes he would be nothing.

Fashionista

He peels away the beauty mask,
cuts eyebrows, puts on lip gloss,
arranges his hair just — so.
His body is smooth where it shows.

Basic black covers his blemishes,
sparkles enhance his charm,
his smile firmly pasted on.
Thankfully he means no harm.

Each week he goes shopping,
buys whatever's clever or gay.
For the new year or a new month,
yesterday's fashion's so — passé.

Spending money on his image
is his key to fame and success;
it replaces hugs for a paycheck.
He refuses to settle for less.

He'd be plain without his make-up —
perish the thought — the pain.
Each night when he showers he cringes
as his image washes down the drain.

Standing in front of the mirror,
he stares at what no one dare see.
He cannot see his worth naked;
without fashion he'd cease to be.

© Kåre Enga (31 march 2025) [182.5]

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