Tinned Area
Tinned Area
Menace in a supermarket coming to a store near you,
all of it now in real surreal experience.
Now I hide as my mind descends to that of a child
like depths where only an innocent’s night terrors dwell.
I build a hide of tins on the shelf to keep eyes
of physical terror out of my view.
Yet they see me behind my Heinz 57 beans,
sense my presence as they rape my mind.
Defenceless yet again this is my lot as I hide
in the dark on a narrow shelf in a supermarket.
Crazy spectres are the only customers, me the only purchase.
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