My free sample
The store down the lane was distributing some free samples
of milk powder and coffee
with my chest-high, I walked up to them
for the free samples, they refused to give me
Then came a woman with a walking stick
wearing a pastel palette shirt
and a pair of purple funk jeans
they gave her a free sample
with a sneer on her face and a lazy haze
she walked out of the store giving me that look.
I hear voices of the talking heads behind me.
with a straight edge and holding myself
I walked out of the store
there seem no fault lines
and opted to get the flowery bouquet
the store next door was getting rid of
something better than nothing
my morning walk didn't go in vain
for I did get a free sample in the end.
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