‘I don’t like to conform’ said the guy to his friend br ‘Don’t like to be normal to fade in or blend’ br They pushed past the racks of clothing on view br And hunted around for something new br ‘Can I help at all? ’ said the girl in the shop br ‘Are you looking to get yourself a new top? ’ br He smirked, gestured the racks of clothes br ‘You have anything that’s different from those? ’ br ‘don’t want to look the same as the rest’ br The girl looked thoughtful at the request br Then gestured him to follow near br And after checking the coast was clear br She reached below the desk for a bag br And from it produced a shirt like rag br It was black with silver skulls stitched in br And buttons made from twisted up pins br The sleeves were jagged and collar was frayed br And layers of black were overlaid br ‘I have just this one, I made it myself’ br ‘It not normal enough to put on the shelf’ br ‘The owner wouldn’t let me display it’ br ‘Said that the look just didn’t fit‘ br The guy smiled and said ‘that’s the one’ br ‘Something to stand out from everyone’ br ‘Something unique, something bizarre’ br ‘To show the rest as the sheep that they are’ br He bought the shirt there and then br And putting it on strutted off again br The shop girl smiled, and checked the till tray br That was 12 of those shirts she’d sold todaybr br Flying Lemmingbr br