Torn Skin

The new up-market store will peel
your lemons ready for the lobster,
but I think it’s gone too far allowing
cute little monkeys and dogs to roam
the aisles. They’re being somewhat
over the top with the artistic display
of exotic fruits. I fear health & safety
will have something to say about meat
not being stored in refrigerated units.
Oh, what’s that, this isn’t a food store
but a food bank; all the cast off stuff
the rich no longer need. And the dog?
Abandoned you say, making friends
with monkeys, with mice and rats;
finding love under the table where
the floor is sticky with juice and torn
skin like at a market in the suburbs.