Bazaar

Bazaar, Storing all a"s,the bazaar, Of the three one is profit, Bazaar like the heart of the township, Supplying noise commodities to the ear consumers free, A place buying richness and selling poorness, Most of the sellers only with minds but hearts, Money is like blood running all over the Shop nerves, Some buys,some sells,some bags and some begs, Also some bugs drawing blood in the down town, The debt rolling like wheels, Very busy like only today no tomorrow's, The merchants of Venice sits, Shylocks carrying fault scales to weigh flesh, Bazaar,the chased satan's official bungalows!