I've walked these streets A virtual stage It seemed to me Make up on their faces Actors took their Places next to me

 

CHURCH STREET

 

Another month of short pay and here we are, men and women, pushing carts like enslaved people. We exchanged half a dozen words while walking through the aisles; our coffee policy with skimmed milk gave place to frozen pizza.

We started this new indigestible routine badly… it could even sour the children's yogurt. Why eating fillets if a sack of potatoes keeps us alive the same way?

Paying that unfair price, we’re going down the tubes, dying abandoned like a ham hanging on a hook (not a smoked salmon, too “salty”). We’ve already bought the toilet paper, though, because this world is dirty.

Note: All the cheap thrill seekers
The vendors & the dealers
They crowded around me

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Gabriel Colombo