>≫Single Piece

In his single shop My owner shouts his trade cry To sell me out, the single piece With an exorbitant price To create a huge demand My creator consciously made me a single piece Comparisonlessness is my inherent value The owner shouts in his trade cry I had never been born before Nor will be made again Second piece is a copy The trader shouts in his trade cry I am his proud creation And love to exhibit his glory of creativity In gratitude he makes a pledge To let me remain forever as of now as a single piece.