It's like they hide all year,
Bating their breath with the excitement to come
Glittering trophies surrounding their fantasies,
Heightened senses guiding their lust
Overwhelming sensibility.
Lost in the crowds
Like prowling tigers,
They circle their prey.
Pushing through masses
Shoving.
With their slight of hand
They glean their prizes
Crushing opposition
As they wade through the sea.
If only they saw
The frivolity of it all.
And let me just buy my tea.
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