It's all about money.  It's all about show.

It's all about contacts; the people you know.

It's all about labels, brand image, and marques.

It's all about movers and shakers, and sharks.

If ever integrity raises its head,

Materialism will strike it down dead.

It's never about keeping people alive

We'll pay them the minimum, they will survive

To labour in sweatshops, producing the gear.

Their wages, the price of one garment (per year).

We'll happily show off our labels and tags

From shirts, to the best of designer handbags.

The End

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