Dreaded Market Days:

Dreaded Market Days:

I’m lost confused
And somewhat bemused,
Consumed;
by this madding crowd,
As touts stand - yelling/shouting
enticing the gullible,
the punters - encouraging
the masses pushing and shoving,
their heads swaying, - arms flaying

Bodies;
Seas of flesh wobbling –
Rippling like waves
as massive hips gyrate and swing
in and out, in and out,
lumbering from side to side,
shimmering back and forth
All in perfect time

Panic strikes;
my wits alight
I’m forced to flee
this advancing herd
Like locusts
In-which encroach upon me?

Slipping sliding stumbling around,
I fall to the ground
Grovelling on all fore’s
Dogs queue
to hump the rear
out of me,

kids screaming running amok -
acting out like clowns,
mothers grunting,
groaning moaning,
as fathers pout
with yesterdays frowns,

A guy leans down

“A Burger sir, Or 2 for a pound”
“No thanks”… I scream

As I run from the stench,
And oh……….the smell
Of yesterdays –
second hand fry’s
while the dogs still chasing
In pursuit of me…