Bazaar Worth

What do I want
I know what this agitated mind says
It flogs a bazaar worth of trendy shticks
With always endless salesman numbered reason:
fuzzy and sharp, and painful and soft
Shall I name them like my wrinkles.
This agitated mind wants care
A creature like me.
How wrong for me to neglect and encourage
Five fingered discounts, backhanded tricks.
Why has it got to be so mean
Does it not know I am human, too?

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