Who slid through the bar door
On that dry and boring night
And when he sat with swish
All the ladies turned comatose
All the men went into shock
The bartender barely whispered the words
"What'll you have?"
Mr. Market gave the fellow a little smirk
and the poor barkeep went through the back wall
and said without missing a beat
"I don't need a drop"
and with the slightest wink
caused that battered man's soul
to transcend this earthly plane
and fly in ecstatic bliss to nirvana
Mr. Market was kind enough to add
"But thanks for asking"
Mr. Market then sat at the piano
That stood tucked into the corner
The instrument trembled a little
But with a smooth motion of his hand
Mr. Market calmed its nervous fears
and with a single hand
Released the energy of an atomic bomb
directly into the ear of every occupant
who then wept at the beauty of it all.
After he finished his song
Mr. Market looked to the sky
and with a flick of his wrist
Mr. Market floated up to the sky
The sound of flute and viola
following his assent.
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