Models thin and meek

Are paraded all over fashion week

And at the airport

Everyone is in sweatpants of some sort

At the grocery store

Frumpy pajamas are hard to ignore

And don't forget school

Where crop tops and leggings have become cool

Why look poor and sad?

Why is our fashion so awfully bad?

I slither out the sheets,

Put my tentacles in sheaths,

Begin a day that's mired in shit,

The brown must not let me seeth,

Get upset, and you're a cheat,

drown my sorrow in some cheese,

Find the saltiness and sheen,

Hope I will not impart a scheet

It will be like Creek of Shitt's,

Else i blame on gloam of Scheat,

Or escape and leave my seat.