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