The mall is an oasis
that’s full of plastic trees
the air is cool, the perfumes sweet,
the products aim to please.
The mall is like a great big house,
with every store a room
all neatly sealed in plastic
each hairbrush, every broom.
The mall is like a toytown set
piped music, lights, no strife,
that offers you the world wrapped up
set off from real life.
The mall is just a nightmare
where the desperate people shop
the stores are all identical
and there’s no way to stop.
The mall is bright and tempting
with so many things to see
and a shiny new McDonalds
where the bookstore used to be.
11th January 2010
