DRAMA IN THE MARKET
Hi guys, you remember my old pal, Impulse? ‘He’ made me exhume this from archive. Enjoy…
Would it surprise you to know that I fainted in the market?
There in the market square with women selling and men pushing
With my bags heavy and head swirling,
I thought I saw the ground open, and take me in it.
But I did not die! Oh, I thought I did.
I stumbled, stumbled and fell,
But I did not die! How did I hear the mutters otherwise?
“Child, don’t touch her!” I heard;
“Maybe she has the deadly virus!” I heard,
The ground seemed to have swallowed me, because I heard no more,
I saw two men – no, they were angels,
They lifted me off the ground and took me to heaven,
Was it heaven or hell? I think hell, because it was hot.
I could not breathe, my head hurt,
“Where am I?” I think I said.
“Get her water! She’s awake”.
Then I knew it – I didn’t die.
I only collapsed…in the market!
My goods, they were safe,
My money was gone,
My friend arrived and I was homebound.
With hurting head, I staggered into the vehicle,
The one that would take me home,
If it did not surprise you that It happened,
Then it should not surprise you if I said,
It was an unpleasant, yet pleasant experience,
To have fainted in the market.
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