Black Market Poem by PAUL OGUDA

Black Market



Welcome to the black market

Where goods are stored in old baskets

Goods ranging from guns to leather jackets

Organized gangs and drug rackets

Own and control it like a puppet

No fixed price on any goods

No discrimination on neighborhoods

As we are all the same

In the name of money

As it means business, just business

Cheap and expensive drugs

For the poor

Rich and also thugs

Some capable of turning one into rugs

For hallucination

Memory loss and feeling high

I recommend marihuana

It will take you to the sky

You don’t believe?

Don’t try…

Or do you want to be high

In a minute

Heroin or coke

Have you ever seen it?

Avoid the above goods

For they can turn you

Into a music mix

Imagine standing the risk

Of forever needing a fix

Do you have the green bucks?

Or the sterling

And you need the local currencies

Come exchange with no extra charges

But pray not to get on your knees

As there is no honor among thieves

I can’t talk about everything

In summary, do you need anything?

Electronics, spare parts but not nothing

Come get it, at half the price

Most are brand new

No lies

One good thing with this market entity

Is

Goods and services lack guarantee or warranty

What you buy

Can tomorrow be what I sell?

And you’ll do nothing but go to hell

This is the unwritten rule of this cartel

So yet again

I say

“Welcome to the black market”

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