The shop girl turned the sign,
Left the stage,
Twisted up with anger and rage.
The customers never came to buy,
All the goods, the tricked up lie.
Implausible reality stepped in
With a wicked walk and grin.
You see my dear you oversold,
Strident instead of bold.
Such strange things you tried to sell.
Every time you rang that bell,
The customers laughed and smirked
and the harder you worked
the harder they chuckled
Until your Implausible reality buckled
and sent you to hell.
Turn out the lights, clear yourself out
All the customers have no doubt
You have lost your mind
Forgot to find
The key that locked the door.