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Great American New Age Novel
There's a girl named Dawn
Waiting to live her life on
A topaz island paradise
In the long anticipated Age of Aquarious
While the Millenium has come and gone
Time kept on marching strong
And life on this rock hurtling through space
It's still just as precarious
Down on your luck?
Wanna make a fast buck?
Just write yourself a New Age book
And you'll make money by the truckload
Sucker born every minute
And if your quick, you can get in on it
I hear it's quite the racket
Not unlike that Davinci Code
Claim anal probing by gray aliens in the night
Came back from the dead
After recruitment by Beings of White Light
Drill a hole in your head
Increasing oxygen feed to the brain
The genius of trepidation
Who would care if you weren't already insane?
Exploit their pain
Sell them fear
They are their own worst enemies
And your best salesman
Especially when you tell them
The End is near
There's a man named Paul
Had a hot date, waited for Jesus to call
To sweep him off his feet
Carry him away in the Ever Loving Rapture
So what went wrong?
Life as usual kept rolling on
Oh, and there was a gaping hole in
The Lord's Metaphysical Net of Soul Capture
So get off your ass
Stop watching reruns of Ugly Betty
You'll kick yourself
For not having not thought of it already
Get hard at work on that Great American New Age Novel
And in no time flat
They'll be on their knees praying, if not groveling
Most importantly of all
Paying you for nothing
Thanks for nothing
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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