MODERN LIVING

In the market, a brainless, acne-ridden, snot-dripping clerk is stocking shelves with cans of beans.
He wears rubber gloves to protect his skin "from
the toxins in the labels."

While in the shop next door, a young, pretty schoolgirl, posing as an adult, has wide, jagged,
black stripes scratched into her breasts forever,
by a fat salivating tattoo artist, reeking of beer.

Somewhere outside in the garbage, an old
lady, sleeping on the street, fights the
indignation of scuff marks on her
white pants.

Modern Living, like staining ink, Medievalizes.