Opinionationizing

I can't show the other photos, you might recognize a face, so I offer only this one, showing a far-off distant place. Suffice it that the generation, mine, would have been ran out of town on a rail, or even, just a maybe, ended up in jail. The styles were almost as weird as the 'Wall-Mart Shoppers' pictures on the WEB.

By Arley Steinhour 101211

When I was graduating,

I bought myself a suit,

One of status stating,

At the Rummage sale, a beaut.

I was the only Senior,

Wearing Double breasted coat,

Good condition hardly wore,

With fabric made from goat.

It never crossed my empty mind,

Nor would I have had the gall,

To present my beautiful behind,

More than one inch from a wall.

The Old-Folks would have strangled,

And lie twitching on the floor,

If we'd worn anything this fandangled,

we'd be branded: 'Don't come back, no more.'

At that time I didn't suffer,

From a Social name called 'Poor,'

Now, what creative minds do offer,

Gives 'me' a rash clean to the core.

I've uttered my 'opinion,'

Stated my poetic 'gripe,'

I now go eat an 'onion,'

Pass along this 'fashion tripe.'

AMEN