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Something Bazaar

The long line of humanity
Is laden down with cares
And Merchants of insanity
Trade stupidity as wares
Filling up the market place
With silly vain ideas
Cracked their pots and also base
They are also selling fears
An ever winding caravan
Beasts bearing heavy loads
To Fill the hearts of foolish man
from bazaars along the roads
The world is selling vanity
and man can’t get enough
He buys and sells profanity
and other worthless stuff
But the saddest son of Adam
And who pays the highest toll
Is seduced by scarlet madam
called "this World," and sells his soul

                  -   id