Don't you just love shopping. coming home penniless battered and bruised tired feet, angry. wonderful.
People walking head down staring into their cell phones In pairs or all alone Children pushing their children in buggies and prams Traffic wardens and traffic jams Zombies trying to walk through you with masses of shopping bags Gangs of girls gangs of lads Shop window displays to entice Everything from ladies knickers Toys and carving knifes Shoppers sat in fish tanks having tea Long queues at the bakery Pregnant girls in tight fitting skimpy clothes People with tattoos and rings through their nose Police officers out for a gentle walk on a summers day While the robbers elsewhere make a clean get away Unruly children screaming Clouds of choking cigarette smoke People laughing telling jokes Shoppers taking a rest on a bench Old men staring at young wench A busker playing the same song over and over on guitar For pennies hoping someone passing Will make them a star Street vendor vultures prey on the unaware ''Have you had an accident''? money signs in their eyes Bad accident they don't care Gangs of people stood in shop doorways So you can't get in Lads like me trying to impress the girls and holding our beer bellies in Bargain here bargain there This weeks special offer managers special A broken chair Knuckle dragger unshaven smelly men With model looking babes how on earth do they get them? Free passes to the gym if you're fat we''ll make you slim Bumping into people that you know Hows uncle Howard and his poorly toe A glimpse of life on a weekend in town Don't miss a bargain get on down. Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
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