At a Market at the Rush Hour :

‘Mine is number 5’
‘Oh, she is slant eyed !’
‘Auch...! You idiot !’
‘Ah ! Got the idea !’
‘Gladly did I get the news that ...’
‘Guys, help me hold my pants !’

‘What d’ya mean by 'meaningful meaningless meanings'?’
‘I'll get the long and large size! ‘
‘Dear collegues! In view of the fact that ...’
‘Hey, bro! Look at that chick! ‘
‘Sadly concerning with the latest news from my wife that ...’
‘Take care! You son-of-a-bitch!’

‘Oh, how nice to see ya !’
‘Mamma mia! How about some aspirin for a heart break?’
‘Or a bottle of glue?’
‘Excuse me; but do you sell orangutangs in this shop?’
‘Yes, sir. What size would that be?’
‘Wet paint, folks! Mind ur asses!’

‘But all of these blouses are black and unisex!’
‘Shame on you, ma'am!
In this shop we do not distinguish
Sex and colour!’
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As speech is produced in the mouth and represented by sounds only, after it is pronounced, it goes into the air and is lost. Therefore, it is temporary. Whereas, writing is produced with written symbols, letters and remains forever where it is written. Therefore, it is permanent.

I went out to an open market two days ago. Everybody looked lively. They seemed they were happy. Everone lived in their own world and the open market was in common.

I wanted to keep what people were saying. I didn’t want their sounds to die out forever in the air. And I out into an order into what they said within a presumable poetic form called free verse, if not “free worse”. Anyway, folks, isn’t life poetic within itself? 🤨🤓

© UnsOzu