Fashionable
The fashionable sadist
Selects 'White Cane' with care,
In the boutiques he amazes
As his kind is rather rare:
Lend an eager ear to listen,
Midst the 'Vuitton' and 'Versace',
Just observe his top lip glisten,
For he's ready to get started;
'Calvin Klein' belts are redundant,
They're not fit for him to wield,
His demands are quite abundant,
Someone's fate is almost sealed;
Where the Prada is prevalent,
Get the label, get the look,
And the sadist's the assailant,
Who won't get you off the hook;
He wants the merchandise
And he needs to test his swing,
A shop assistant isn't wise,
If she cannot hear the ring
Of the till, while her commission
Is just filling up her head;
And there's quite an intermission
Before she hears what he has said;
She'll soon be staring at her 'Blahnik',
Her 'Fig Leaves' in absentia,
She is bent, but will not panic,
Divested of her 'De La Renta';
She'll be patterned for his pleasure,
With her posh frock on the floor,
Soon she's just in 'Kroy' and 'Zebra',
With a strong hint of 'Dior',
For his voice is so instructive,
Yet devoid of any passion,
And his tone is mild: corrective,
Since his sadism's the fashion.
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