Clean lines
Crisp form
Colour
Look and feel
He came up thirsting
for an education
No instructor near
Sensitive in the suburbs
Reaching for the high
design of wealth
Reaching for a language
to rewrite himself
Fam never knew
what to do with this
Expensive taste was dismissed
Detroit-Windsor corridor,
just getting by
Your senses offended
from the opening of discerning eyes
Is it some part of orientation
You were not to be outclassed
Resolved to pull yourself up
and out of your caste
Fam never knew what to do with this
What to do with you
Do with us
Clean lines
Refined design
A palate well-heeled
More expensive can be better
if surface goes deep
You were a quicker study
Not unlike Paul in Six Degrees
With an aptitude for quality
Quiet expertise
And there is where he feels
most understood
In the clean lines of your room
There
That's the mood