A fashion poem: Alice in fashion wonderland

I see a lot of boots, but I see no horse riding

boots treaded like tires and no one’s going hiking

heels off the ground, so high, reaching for nothing

clicks carry away concentration fading it to nothing

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Clothes are shrinking, from knee to thigh high deep

breathe, don’t hold your breath, the dive ain’t deep

I see what I am supposed to imagine, what I imagine

is no longer fantasy but a vivid hodgepodge, imagine!

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I am in a world of my own, anything worth a red cent?

everything is nonsense, because nothing is nonsense

nothing’s a sin, everything is scenic after it has been seen

what a scene? Am Alice, am in a fashion wonderland sin