Going to the wet market has become a bore
balancing loads of stuff a tedious chore
have been advised to take things easy
unwise to carry things large and heavy.
Fish bloodied and red-eyed on the table lie
sitting ducks strung by their necks hang high
live chickens scramble in baskets too small
goats to be sacrificed give a plaintive call.
Veggies are green but a worm winks at you
fruits wilt in the heat to a brownish hue
leftovers are a decayed heap in clogged drains
strays pilfer; walls are splattered with stains.
Smell, sound, smoke and crowds moving tight
I’m off to the mall where it’s cool and bright
a trolley for my goods and I'm happy as a lark
no hassle or rush, it's like a stroll in the park.
23 Jan 2010