a
conjuror on whose word, wars were fought
for
with the wicked waddle of a frivolous finger
he
could get faint perfume to forever linger
aye
he could make ruins resplendent again
and
rid the shattered and stricken of their pain
aye
with a casual incantation he could get
a
ghastly greedy Shylock to shrug off a debt
and
with just a sorcerer’s stern sizzling stare
he
could goad bald heads into sprouting hair
he
needed no conman’s cryptic crystal ball
to
make midgets see themselves as vainly tall
aye,
he could make gooey pimples disappear
from
both a pretty face and an ugly rear
and
with a single swish of satiny cloth
he
could turn an eagle into a harmless moth
he
could put an omlette back into its egg
and
get a centipede to dance on one leg
aye,
he could turn a rank idiot into a sage
and
scribe out a man’s destiny on a page
why,
with even a half-uttered half-meant spell
he
could shift protesting gods from heaven to hell
but
the greatest trick the necromancer ever played
was
on a lass who was both smitten and swayed
for
the maverick magus had a magical hard on
she
touched it lightly – and poof, it was gone.
ram cobain
(Pic courtesy Google)
(Pic courtesy Google)
