Confidence At The Collar
(It’s amazing what a popped-up collar
Does for a gent’s self esteem:
“Hey fella! with your turned-up Lacoste,
Mind if I turn it down a notch….“)
What would you do if I de-slanged your ‘tude
Would you stand up and unhook my ….shirt
What would you say if I copied your “trend”
Would you laugh and then call me perverse?
See, I must not get it—cause I don’t think it’s neat
I think it’s lame and downright conceit.
So say what you will to my girl friend and me
We’re gonna stand here and pop you look to look-see.
Let’s go Preps, now it’s pink versus blue.
Yes, that’s right: you’re in pink, I’m in blue;
P’haps when the metrosexism has
Run its course—we can fix these colors in reverse.
In the meantime, we’ll have to make do.
Now, see who can get farther on the bartender’s cue:
READY set Go! First with a drink clear of fee
Get’s to deal the other a de-popping ceremony.
5 minutes go by, now 10, we’re both getting restless
—About to give in.
An hour—now two—that’s it! we both cave,
Starched and sharpened—the posh dating armor,
But the collar doesn’t formulate the fiercest desire.
Thus, confidence can not be at the neck
of these flamboyant hues,
but—wait—now, did we check the shoes?