A busy hive formed of elegant brick,
with chewing gum riddled carpets
and empty coffee cups
and juice bottles
discarded around over-flowing plastic swamps of waste,
and excited children screaming for their dues
- these miniature beings understand it as their birth right!
And impatient bread winners loiter, hefting so much more than bread
in bags and boxes of all sizes and colours
and bearded clerks in un-ironed shirts scowl,
and self-important supervisors scurry
(jealously guarding their extra fifty-seven pence an hour)
and there are lost bags and jewellery
and greedy parking meters
and smiling faces of those who have spent
and money! So much money!
Always money. Do they smell it? Do they even see it?
Do you need any help at all?
Did you find everything you were looking for today?
Can I help you?
Can you help me?
Somebody, please. Fucking help me.
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