The Marketplace

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

If what is not wanted.
But everyday displayed.
And available at the marketplace.
To purchase or test anytime one wishes.
With it left to influence,
More advertising of that not wanted.
Or wished not to get.
Why is it that the marketplace,
Continues to be...
A popular place many choose,
Not only to meet but also visit.
By the ones who could easily pick,
Other places they would prefer.
With less of an appetite,
To voice their criticisms and dislikes.

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