‘I don’t like to conform’ said the guy to his friend <br />‘Don’t like to be normal to fade in or blend’ <br />They pushed past the racks of clothing on view <br />And hunted around for something new <br />‘Can I help at all? ’ said the girl in the shop <br />‘Are you looking to get yourself a new top? ’ <br />He smirked, gestured the racks of clothes <br />‘You have anything that’s different from those? ’ <br />‘don’t want to look the same as the rest’ <br />The girl looked thoughtful at the request <br />Then gestured him to follow near <br />And after checking the coast was clear <br />She reached below the desk for a bag <br />And from it produced a shirt like rag <br />It was black with silver skulls stitched in <br />And buttons made from twisted up pins <br />The sleeves were jagged and collar was frayed <br />And layers of black were overlaid <br />‘I have just this one, I made it myself’ <br />‘It not normal enough to put on the shelf’ <br />‘The owner wouldn’t let me display it’ <br />‘Said that the look just didn’t fit‘ <br />The guy smiled and said ‘that’s the one’ <br />‘Something to stand out from everyone’ <br />‘Something unique, something bizarre’ <br />‘To show the rest as the sheep that they are’ <br />He bought the shirt there and then <br />And putting it on strutted off again <br />The shop girl smiled, and checked the till tray <br />That was 12 of those shirts she’d sold today<br /><br />Flying Lemming<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-a-day-project-day-92/
