My Van Heusen shirt cost me fifty cents,
A dollar ninety-nine to clean and scent
After the hundredth clean I had a two
Hundred dollar shirt after one year too!
Its worth in cash my economist says
Depreciates come each passing day that plays.
Long live this name who's got the cash and fame
With my hopes for any all left with shame
And a higher end shirt with a mark that pricks
And picks the pocket with such lovely tricks
My mind would let grasp these higher end goods
That empty our purses and carry loots!
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