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.