Fashion is a goddess.
She iz ov the maskuline, feminine and nuter gender.
Men worship her in her maskuline form--wimmin in her feminine form, and
the excentricks in her nuter gender.
She rules the world with a straw, and makes all her suppliants.
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She enslaves the poor az well az the ritch, she kneels in sanktuarys,
pomps in cabins, and leers at the street korners.
She fits man's foot with a pinching boot, throttles him with a stubborn
collar, and dies his mustash with darkness.
She trails the ritch silks ov wimmin along the filthy sidewalks, leads
sore-eyed lap-dogs with a string, and banishes helpless children to
murky nurserys, in the kare ov faithless hirelings.
She cheats the excentric with the clap-trap of fredom, and makes him
serve her in the habiliments ov the harlequin.
Yea, verily.