Someone somewhere please sell me a bottle of zen…

I sell bottles of zen,

My currency, a poem.

A great one will get you plenty,

Some rhyme will get you through the door,

Depth will get you to my cellar,

And a bad one will get you four.

I sell bottles of zen, This one, milady , is on the house.

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