Seems like a lot of fussing for really not a lot
Same man sitting by the window, always deep in thought
Lots of beautiful styles, created by wonderful skills
No need for script writing, perform at their will

What ones are the artistes and what have they seen
Images created, viewed at the touch of a screen
Real life people as models they are used
Must be treated well and certainly not abused

So fashion conscious ahead of their game
Up in bright lights they need to see their name
Invited to openings to show off those skills
No bitchy in fighting, well, maybe one soft kill

A mixture of personalities sometime in your face
A cultural collective, necessary part of the human race
Assembling together, they bring along their tools
With one burning ambition, to find out who rules?

New dresses are given, some with a bow
Tuxedos expressed, how those guys glow
Creative new hairstyles, make up so brown
Will never show a crack, no matter the frown

Compere is ready, microphone on
Lights dimly darkened, hey, who’s that in town
What have they come for, why are they here
Feel a different reaction from a light atmosphere

Introductions started and speeches recited
Lots and lots of people still getting excited
Faces out front, just looks like a stare
Will they be part of the publicity glare?

Proceedings all over, winners in view
Still see some people forming a queue
Seems not all is over, still one thing sought
To reveal that man by the window, still deep in thought