A brand new wet and shiny sage,
The Grandmaster of this "New Age",
Who's "channelling" is all the rage:
Now Dr. Bullshit gets a page.
A charismatic smile rapport,
A bully who has missed the war,
Whose silken voice you can't ignore,
Whose giant ego's keeping score.
Through all his skillful disbelieving,
The spirit spider-web's a weaving.
Catching those whose self-deceiving,
Has their diaphrams a heaving.
Then, somewhere near the booby hatch,
A clever lady picked the latch,
And climbed out through the safety hatch.
Now Dr. Bullshit's met his match.
He danced a jig excitedly,
Counted his chicks expectantly,
While disregarding foolishly
Tornados coming silently.
A tempest cloud across the sky
Has captured Dr. Bullshit's eye.
He's whipped up to the clouds on high
And all he says is: "I can fly!"
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Comments
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This was soooooooo good. Dr. Bullshit? Hmmmm. He can fly.
Swallowed his own bullshit did he? Good luck in the contest. -
Well, I'm surprised! How come I never got to meet Dr Bullshit? I'm so glad for the clever lady, and I love a good tempest.
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pie in the sky
thoughtfully you've left it to the reader to fill in the blank, which makes the poem all that much better, so that i can project my own happy horseshit meister in this space (deepak chopra). -selfhelpfish
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