Bizarre Bazar

Oyez ! Oyez !
Aliens my friends !
Come and visit my amazing museum
Humanity produced all erratum.

Dolly, Polly, Molly,
Clones, the first, second and third and...
We stopped the count and of patterns too,
As they couldn't play selling each others
Humans found humoristic to shop themselves.

Stop ! don't touch !
It's grains and it's not,
Montecris... Montesan... I'll never remember
Whose Monte...to who wanted so much
Grains that can't be used as seeds
Though he never sold them in his own country.

Oyez ! Oyez !
Visitors from so far !
Have a look at my collection
They're all true and pure weirdoes.

The young Adolph and his bandmates,
All members of the Final Solution Orchestra
Surely inspired by Désiré Landru's works
He loves so much those lonely ladies
If you watch carefully, you'll see one tooth
Or two in the ashes of his crank.

And there, this man,
Governing Pinocchio
Who can't but lie to whom's confident in him
Telling captivating stories about invisible weapons
His soldiers should destroy, whatever the price,
And about women and children craving for freedom
His merchants would see bowing for some barrels of gas.

Oyez ! Oyez !
Beings from elsewhere universe !
The guided tour is now over,
Have some good free time to continue
And contemplate the horrendous presents
Earth inhabitants keep to reward each others.

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