ice cube


Shopping In Shanghai - Poem by ice cube

A sea of faces is what I observe,
Clutching on to a wallet or a purse,
Hunting for the best ever bargain,
Is shopping in Shanghai a joy or a pain?

Spotting a shop with luxury tags,
I walk in to browse through the bags,
Dealing with the constant crush of humanity,
Can drive one very close to insanity.

A toothless smile from the shopkeeper,
Goose pimples ensue and the magic is over,
A garlicky burp erupts and nausea prevails,
Taking to my heels, I almost wail.

Running through a labyrinth of walkways,
Up and down flights of rickety stairways,
I arrive at a shop with plywood interiors.
An assortment of fakes greets me, even Cartier

Keep my back against the wall, I hear
Check that the passageway is clear,
Negotiate till I am about to drop,
To hit the rock bottom price as I shop.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 11, 2006



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