Bizarre, laree, the smell leering through

Objects of gold, silver and the odd thing new

You go to observe, to deter a mind's dawdle

Fake watches, matches, such unending hue

The advertisers call, the cheap-cooked food

Spices galore

Devices a-shored

Prices for sure

This suffices

Slithering through the heat lies the market thief

His air of authority over every stall

No one dare accuse

For he alone knows how to use

Every market rule in the book

Enjoy your gold and silver

But watch your pockets

He loves all those valuable lockets.

Does he live in you?