Frenetic mess of masses clasping
Medium exchanges passing
Hands are cashing in the yield
I keep my eyes banana-peeled
For ripest, firm, devoid of bruise
Punctiliously, as I choose
What to refuse
What to consume,
What's ready to be
Purchased soon
Averting each
Judgmental gaze
Occasional obscene displays
Of wary to my
Alien
Selections vegetarian
Restricted even further still
By what I can not cook or ****
Just here to fill my plate
With weight
Of yesterday, same thing I ate
And don't expect these habits change
Until my taste buds rearrange
Far from this strange, Muslim bazaar
I feast again like Shah Jafar