The night market is just so we can peruse
The waves of nostalgia and novelty
The dusty items and articles they try to sell you
You reach into deep silky pockets don't dribble
Pull out the change lick those lips develop inside it
Bargain and leave the vendor scratching head
Value and prices no relevance just twitch in game
Twitch pretend to catch a firefly
Furr coat purpose in a world spun of silk
The upside town cranium
There you go shaking in withdrawl
Consumer drench envy stench
The night market makes you reach out and grasp
something you might just decide to own
Petty leverage in your tone
Barking puglike excess fat
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