A Day At The Agora Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
A Day At The Agora
Never would I enjoy
A day at the agora
Deafening is the noise
A torture and dilemma.
Tumultuous blaring sounds
Of centralized systems,
As people walk around
Stress can be seen in them.
I wonder if I could shop
In such a rowdy confusion!
That system needs a chop
To send it to oblivion.
I'd remedy it with ear plugs
Perhaps appear quite trendy,
And when I pay look smug
At the shouting sales lady.
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