The Big Untidy Magazine

MY FACE DOESN'T FIT

What a fucking horrible experience
it is to be
at the Gesundbrunnen Shopping Centre.
Pure misery!
I'm not alone with these thoughts
I'm sure.
See,
the old man on the bench,
that vacant look in his eyes.
Is he, too, wondering
what the hell he is doing here?
And the fat Turkish woman
waiting at the top of the steps
for someone to help her
carry the pram down.
Normally,
I'd offer some assistance.
But I'm walking quickly by,
looking the other way,
disillusioned with this place.
The nicest of people here
turn bitter
and start talking bullshit.
In the supermarket,
I can't find the fruit.
I have to ask.
Fresh fruit?
Oh, right!
Didn't think that would be
so difficult.
"You didn't weigh the banana!",
the woman at the checkout moans.
Oh, sorry!
I muddle my way through
the sea of grey faces.
Mouths without smiles,
eyes with no light.
The security man looks at me
suspiciously.
My face doesn't fit.
Not here.

- Clive Product