with all the chatter,
people seemed to call it market...
so what did they come to sell,
some humans sold objects,
some objects sold humans,
some objects sold objects..and
some humans sold humans..
he slept a nomad's life
in the city of the civilized...
laughed neither he,
nor shed a pie of a tear
saw the money changing hands
and some hands changing the money..
i thought he thought
while all the time he thought
because he seemed to think.
But he seemed..and
once i gave him a coin
and he threw it back at me...
Mad, i thought he was...
after all-
who would not want the money,
it was supposed to be a market
a market...i thought to myself...
