Oh, what a Mister —
The virile Twister
Spinning stories like the wise old Spinster
Who could play this game using any name
Cause that’s how it goes
When you invented the game
Though between you and me…?
He goes by The Trickster —
Ejaculating his Fabricating
On all your best reasoning
He flavors it with unbeatable seasoning
You won’t win his game of conniving treason-ing
The original Devil — a black-hat magician
His slight-of-hand steals cognition
No matter man, nor child
Nor politician
He’ll play you out for his own recognition
Your body his violin for sin
Your mind merely a token to win
And let me tell you
He always wins
He weaves through your very own mind
Using techniques you helped him find!
Unknowingly, the puppet — you hand over your strings
To the man with the horns ‘stead of the girl with the wings
And he plays you and he plays you –
And good God – how you sing!
‘Til slowly you learn – he will twist
Anything
There is only one way to steal back your cognition
Know when He’s talking and make it your mission
To discern Truth from Tricking
Then refuse…
To Listen
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