abracadabra

he was a wizard the books wrote about

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

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