Not only do I enjoy Perth, I also quite like poetry. In this first instalment of Perth Poetry, I highlight the capitalist marvel of direct factory outlets, from the perspective of a best and less shopaholic.
Direct Factory Outlets
Direct Factory Outlets
At the airport and city west
Offer many outfits
Some great, most not the best
From Yard to Cotton on
Jeans west and Champion
There’s plenty to choose from
When the weekly pay comes in
But Just Jeans is just okay
New Balance seems old
Not hungry for Subway
And starting to get cold
You head into a shop
You didn’t catch the name
When something makes you stop
Completely changing the game
Flamingo socks
Displayed in the store
Blue background, pink birds
How could one ask for more?
They’re whimsy
They’re fun
Universally adored,
In the sock drawer of any Uni student that’s scored
Direct Factory Outlets
You offer so much choice everyday
These are expensive holy shit,
Better use Afterpay