ON THE MARKET (MONORHYME)

An eye flash

And I feel like part a star, part trash

Eyes are harsh

Those who are in a rush

And those ready to bash

Those needing to stash

And those showing their cash

Ah! There are those who got missing in a flash

My mind gives me a lash

Chai! particular hands show they need mouldings to mash

Some are stealing glances showing “them they gnash”

But their confidence refuses to push

Retreat, retreat, the market goods, like a snail retreats in a little rush

No sheep in clothes of a lioness deserves a crash

Just in pursuance of a blush

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015