i, crumple upright

how differently we each view
a thin slice of life
what one 'ooh's' over
the other, on that,
casts a disdainful eye

is it too a fashion
to dislike the posh?
that veils lightly,
a deep rooted sense
of innate inadequacy?

how many jaws drop
with the creaking of a heel?
as it snaps into pieces
ever so tiny

is a brave face donned?
a laugh quickly forged?
and nudges the brain
'look' it murmurs
'look at their impeccable dress'

it jars at first
and then it grates
'creak creak crr crr'
a part of you croaks

but no panic is displayed
for the show must go on
time ticks by
with hobbles synchronized

an escape into the world
barged through and braved glances
and all for what?
bloody society.

1st September 2008