Style!

It's style!

What's style?

No one knows.

But they think they do.

Could it be the cloths?

Nah, cloths cover the body

From shiver and shame.

No, can't be the cloths.

It must run deeper.

How deep!

Depends!

Think of it this way,

Style's just style

Everyone's got it

In his or her own way

It's not just for few

Even if they thinks so.

They could agree 

Or disagree

That's their issue

Not mine.

They could think

It's good or bad.

That's their issue too.

Good and bad,

Right and wrong

Is always their issue.

Nothing's right 

And certainly 

Nothing's wrong

At worst, it's agreement

And disagreement.

So my style's mine

And your's yours

So, don't interfere

With my style,

With my life.