Afflecks by Joy France

Afflecks

Like sheep, they flock to the High Street.
They queue in line to buy mass produced designs
and follow “SALE” signs, to find a Baa-argain.
Next day they do it all again.

Like sheep, they’re fleeced with no release
from bleated beliefs. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat after me
“Weee aare juust sheeeep”

But sometimes one strays,
moves away  and takes the path….
to AFFLECKS
where fireflies flare, and nobody cares
if you’re sheep
or a wooly mammoth
or a behemoth.

It’s where the direction you choose is up to YOU
and branding? Well it’s a piercing or a tattoo!

Manchester’s beating heart that’s long been fabled
for not giving a shit about labels.

It’s where a sheep can become a firefly
or be reborn 
as a
glittery
pink
punk
goth
unicorn.

 

Joy France