Day in day out each week,
In their rickety stalls they seat
Running their mouths they sure do,
Screaming out to all who pass by,
Of the wares they got in their stock,
And nothing of what they have not,
For they can’t accept a lack.
The prices out loud they shout,
Their country of origin too they scream,
Of the safety of their merchandize,
Off all the tests they have been subjected to,
But never do they tell…
Of their real worth in your life,
Of the need of you to have them.
By hook and crook they will sell their wares,
Demeaning those of the other sellers,
Telling of their worsts even when not asked,
Cashing in on their falls just for gains,
All that and more for their goal…
To run them out of the market!
And take over their stalls too.
Through the eyes of the tax collector I will speak,
To dish a word or two about them,
Of the market sellers that shout themselves hoarse,
Bickering and tarnishing others within the market,
Be aware of them…
For even I am wary of them,
Yet I’m just the tax collector.
So next time you pass through the market,
Use your eyes to view the goods you need,
Use your words to get the best prices,
Use your hands to feel the texture of your purchases,
Use your ears not to listen to ’em sellers,
For in no time…
You too shall be driven out from the market,
So be aware our loyal customers.