Black Market Friday

It’s ev’ry month I come collect my pay  
For po’ems I submit each thirty days,    
With bottle caps’ & buttons’ colors gay    
I bank inside a jar and hide away.  
   
And when it’s time I add a little more,  
Then jog into the DU general store  
To parlay w’ the clerk what I can score  
Who smiles & asks me what the rush is for.  
   
I say there is no time for me to waste,  
Apologizing for my shopper’s haste.  
I need to buy a toothbrush I misplaced  
To rid my teeth of food I still can taste.  
   
But tell me of your specials for the day  
I can avail, and then I must away.  
   
“I’ve china glass that chime when breezes sway  
And paper parasols that give you shade.  
Huarache sandals made of hide that stray’d,  
And compasses to help you find your way.”  
   
But do you carry anything in stock  
That’s off the record, just in case I gawk?  
   
“There’s lingerie made of grape-flavored mesh,  
And Cuban stogies sent from Bangladesh.  
The fishnet stockings made of real flesh  
Have just come in so they ought to be fresh.”  
   
A button for my toothbrush, then I run.  
A pair of smelly stockings is no fun!  
   
   
   
Copyright ©️ Jade Pandora 2018.  All Rights Reserved.  
NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2018 (Bonus theme 11 entry)
 
Preview photo: Crane’s Country Store (est. 1899) in Williamsburg, Missouri