Parkette Market
Parkette Market
Every city has their own Parkette Market;
Selling the forbidden to the hidden;
All, right out in the open.
No arrow towards their barrow;
Or sign to draw the line...
Please inquire for whatever you desire;
Pay the asking price for your own demise;
What a clever endeavor...
Oh, the irony of racketeer tyranny!
03/14/18
Julia Ward's 'A Hidden Market Contest'
word bank: arrow, irony, hidden, market, sign
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