Cholera Dripping Bar Stool

As I walked home,
From a long day at work.
I met a stranger,
He looked really berserk.

Fascinated by the skull in his neck,
I asked him what's that for?
To help my business prosper,
I burnt my last store.

No business consultant,
Would ever recommend this bull.
He's a saint not a consultant,
Consultants are just fools.

What else has this saint!
Recommended for your shop?
Just paint your face green,
everytime you eat mutton chop.

And do you believe him?
This wisely saint of yours!
You would if you see him
He opens locked doors.

He once turned water to milk,
Then he turned cotton into silk.
Oh, he creates miracles,
Watching him is spectacle.

He once stood for hours,
On the tip of a drawing pin.
If he gives you a flower,
You may forget all your sins.

He cured a stage four cancer,
Just by the touch of his hands.
Listen to the last one,
I gathered myself and ran.

Oh, that poor idiot,
The saint had him for a fool.
It's like scaring someone,
In the name of a "Cholera dripping bar stool".
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This is my first attempt at humor so please forgive me if there's any mistake and this poem depicts the true situation of how these "saints" exploit innocent people in the name of god, especially in India. Those who have been to India could Co relate real quick I think. Anyway, thank you for reading this, I hope you have a "saint proof" day.
Also one should note cholera dripping bar stool is funny cause cholera is a waterborne disease and in no way can a bar stool be dripping off it!! (Sheldon Cooper (from the big bang theory) gave me this line!)