Two outlets away from here

As I walk through life with lesser of Surya’s ray
An anchor tenant, a social arrangement,
Dragging a lonely, his flesh and soul,
The new world order forbids a shouting market,
Although I am still the demand and you are the supply,
“Oh Ms, How much is that Gucci”
“It will be only two hundredth and seventy”
Hail mighty King and your square shape pyramid,
I come in good faith to exchange my medium,
All I am asking is for equilibrium,
“How bout a plasma TV sir,”
“No, not for seven thousand and twenty one dear”,
As I walk through life with lesser of Sun’s ray,
Convenience is the order of my day,
“Where can I get today’s paper”
“Oh, that will be just two outlets away”

buying newspaper, ipoh parade, apr, 2006