I Am Out of Fashion
Are you pumping your asses? Come on!
Are you pumping tits and lips… Come on!
There are tattoos on your eyebrows, ass.
You forgot the word, LASS.
You know how to comb your hair.
But you don’t know how to be fair.
You know how to do makeup
But you don’t know how to wash up.
You know how to make money doing nothing,
But you don’t know how to do something.
You learned to sing without having a voice.
Living without a conscience was your choice.
You sing the songs without any sense,
you are not able to jump over the fence.
Hipes, hastings, reposts, cock and fuck
Became your favorite words as luck.
And what will you leave for your kids?
And what were your useful dids?
Your child wanted to kiss his mother,
To play and often see his father.
They don’t need your “likes”
They’d better read books and ride bikes.
They need a warm family house
And a story about Mikky-Mouse.
Teach them to be honest, to do all with passion,
You will probably say that it’s not in fashion.
It’s not fashionable to love sincerely and care,
It’s not in fashion to give and be always fair.
It’s not in fashion to have a trustworthy friend.
It’s not in fashion to be loyal to your homeland.
Or maybe my time has already passed?
Let’s not make quick conclusions fast.
I don’t like your style of life.
I prefer fair and just strife.
My world is not a made-up fake,
But true friends and be awake.
I grumble like an old woman being wise:
We lived in quite a different way.
I am out of fashion that’s what I realize.
Compassion is not in fashion today.
And I want to live my old way,
To have wrinkles because of joy.
And you may think whatever you want
I hope I do not annoy you.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
Larisa Rzhepishevska
Sat 11th May 2024 12:05
Yes, John! I am so happy now. The problem was resolved and I* am back. Thank you so much for commenting, Regards, Larisa