Up from the dripping curb I dash
wet as a muskrat from tail to nose
no weather will stop me, no lack of cash:
there are three occasions for which I need clothes.
I enter the shop with intentions purest
tho smiles are sunny, the outlook's bleak
the clothes I see are closet tourists
they'll visit but stay not even a week
If I see a pretty color
the hemline's coming down.
If I need it one size smaller
my size is not in town.
If the fabric isnt itchy,
if the buttons aren't tin,
then the lining's pure synthetic,
and leaves red spots on my skin.
I need another jacket
Like I need a rich dessert.
Pricing's such a racket,
I can't even find a shirt.
I won't wear orange, bored with taupe and pink
(but thankful for the shades of green this season)
The jewelry is made of plastic and zinc
And I won't buy more stripes without a good reason.
I don't really buy, it feels more like I borrow
then bring things back with cheeks aflame,
bought today, marked down tomorrow -
This is the Retail Walk of Shame
and why I'm fed up with the shopping game.