The world of tags

By jas   

The world is like a shop.
Different clothes with colors and pop.
Every item carries a tag,
A tag of slag.

A piece of paper
Known as a tag,
Determines the future
Of every rag.
Where it will lead?
Whether it will lead
To rich wealthy heritage
Or just the one
Rejected as defected?

Every piece is unique,
Having its own quirk.
Priceless in its own dimension.
seamless in its own element.
So what is a tag?
For some it means future.
For some it is normality.
For some, it's a little prick
On a fine piece, removed with a bite
And destined to be in a dustbin.

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