Lilies for sale at the flower stall
Awaiting offering to sacred relic
By spiritual hands of disciples
Thronged by bees of honey, on flight
Reciting a melodious chant par overwhelming!
Just there, meanwhile, paradoxically
Currency notes, drawer amassing
Right beneath lilies of sanctity,
Offered encampment to only
A few dirty brown trash flies of
A jangle, par awful and nauseating
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