Just Too Good

You prance through the town with your
big brand purse hanging on your forearm,
high heels clicking down the avenue
as you browse the windows of the fancy shops,
trying to decide which
displayed sets to buy
next. When you spot
your treasure, you
walk through the glass door,
no smiles or responses back,
no eye contact,
just pointing, toss your
card on the counter
and walk away with your
packed bags as you
exit the store, never realizing
that the work of the workers
is put in to get where you are,
and only where because
who you are is just too good
for any normal body,
but in your mind only.