A New Silver World
I walk down the abandoned street,
The only one in this new world to not have a hovercraft.
As I push open the heavy platinum door, I see the silver girls.
Their skin stained the only color left in the world.
I forget that I planned the models to come early for the runway.
It's a new beginning for me, in a way it is a risk.
A new color for the world to see.
The history books called it...red.
Defying government laws, I dress the girls in their red lace.
The blaring techno music starts, I send the first girl out...
Nothing, not a sound wave in the air.
My show ends and I walk out to accept my applause.
When I walk out, I take shape of my color, defying, free, out of the ordinary.
I see every camera snap at once, everyone wanting a piece of my red shoe.
As I walk home I think to myself: Blue tomorrow?
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