No Sale – A Poem by J H Martin

No Sale

Second hand

I don’t buy
What they make

Six to a room
Two days off a month

There is no need for more
There is too much already

I have been to the showroom
I have met the big boss

Fresh yellow tea
Straight from Junshan

Ice-cold water
Direct from the spring

How much does this cost?

What price for these things?


© J H Martin

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