Showroom #Poem


All the miniatures present luxury
For the people with big money
Old uncles’ hands at the back
Gentlemen with tacked leather bag
As long as they bring cash in the compact
Blimey! I forgot about the cheque

I’m standing behind the glass door
What they call sales, no one arrives
Maybe it’s my short and ten bucks slippers
So it’s a plastic world we’re living in?
Pigeonholes and judgmental are still exist?
Blimey! It is the twentieth century

Million dollars business is here
They seem not interested with the slippers
So everything is all about blazer and glitters?
I smirk and make my move
My deposit sixty thousand eight hundred and cents ten I…
….. shall save for my lagoon


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