Ode to Fashion

A Farah suit can be devine
When standing patiently in line

One hand fumbles with one's keys

The other drums the counter, he's

wishing he had a suit that was made
sometime this past decade

But green is now the new charcoal

and fabrics from plants is a worthy goal

petroluem should stay beneath the earth
mixed with memories of dinosaur girth

Flip the lapel, flash a peace sign

A Farah suit can be divine