Yet another of my old Spaz LitForum poems from the Improv, where you had to work from a prompt by the person before you...
Twisting minds of all ages
is what their job is
the purveyors of today's ways
here to warp our views
of what good really is.
Beware those who come to you in dark offices
bearing their transforming discipline into your soul so deep
you never again will be able to be free!
Words and images their tools
used to break old taboos
and free what they want
the broken child you have
so deep down inside you.
Beware the mentalist games they try to lure you
into their world of mystic powers and strange events
and their stealth weapon of the dark, AM Radio!
They speak in conspiratal whispers
or shouting from the rooftops
of the next breakthrough made
in remote seeing into burlesques
in stange and foriegn lands.
These are the tools of the dreaded, shadowy Illuminati
used to calm the masses by inspiring group hysteria
as they corner the market on tin foil hats!
Mind reading midgets in closets
aliens with cold keister probes
demons come to possess all
who do not heed warnings
of the Mayan Calendars End.
So when you drive at night play it safe
take a well loaded supply of music with you
lest the radio lure you to perversions of parapsychology!
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