The Middle-Classes in the Flea-Market

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Trawling sad
blocks with ambivalence
of feeling

Searching gutters
for good things
in secret

Familiarity
conveniently shrouded
by rain

You pass down
through picturesque
squalor

Knowing you trade
on embarrassment
of others.

Here in a ghetto
flea-market
you hesitate

Prepared to buy back
what was stolen
last night

Without recognition
or worse still
judgement.

So it goes in
the land of plenty.
Comprendo?

Pay the Devil
then pay the Devil
again.




image: joinchase.org

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