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Neon light


A neon light was flashing at me Inviting me to come in It was vibrant but vulgar too As it illuminated my ageing skin. So with trepidation I investigated What the light was trying to promote I put one foot through the door As a lump got lodged in my throat. I could smell a familiar welcoming smell It was hanging strong in the air And the silence felt intimidating So my head was saying beware. But onward I pushed upon the door It squeaked loudly as I entered Embarrassing as hell but I remember thinking Nothing gained if nothing ventured. I could hear someones quickening footsteps They got louder as they got closer Then suddenly a face appeared T'was the face of a cheery green grocer. Good morning Sir said my server How can I help you today? As I stuttered like a 5 year old I said just browsing but thanks anyway. Persistently the grocer pursued me Showing me his most popular lines He said it's why the neon lights are on It's why the neon light shines. We sell fresh greens fish and meat here We offer you all of nature's best This is a shop that promotes good health In this shop you should invest. So I bought a bunch of celery And I bought loads of fruit and some fish My server knew exactly what I liked? As if he knew my every wish... But he didn't know the best way to treat me He was pushy and forceful by nature Abruptly he stuck out his hand for cash Forceful like the Devils creature. So me being the man that I am Obligated as I feel constantly I buy lots of thing I really don't need When I should have left instantly Still no harm done I suppose really At least I've got loads of supplies And perhaps in there lies a message That's gonna take me by surprise... The hinge creaks loudly as I leave the shop The neon light don't seem to burn so bright? But I don't care, I'm going home So I bid you all Good Night.... xxxx
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