As I walk throu', breezy,
The corridors of Georgetown D.C,
At Benetton, the manequin,
Adorning a shining sequin,
Stares right throu' me,
She seems, far too free..
A posh dress she wears, pretty,
The look, persnickety,
A wish that wanders by,
An inner voice, that lets it die...
A thin line, known to few,
Of affordability, I chew...
Reality as I see,
Unseen, a tone of dree,
Quite different to thee eyes,
Engulfed in a sea of lies,
A smile that hides it all,
The pillar still stands, tall...
Racing against time,
I walk throu' my prime,
My oobleness killing me,
Chained I wanna break free,
As everyone around; seek,
The answers, far too bleak,
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