He was a disciple of Rhonda Byrnes
And the Secret
Spent his days
Manifesting
Turning his thoughts from
Bills to Checks
And he got his wish
He was run over by a truck
On his way to the post office
But there was a check to cover
The cost of his funeral.

Positive Penelope or PP to her friends
Never had a negative thought
Even when her husband
Developed cancer.
She reminded him gently
That disease was a
Manifestation of negativity
And that he could cure himself
With happy thoughts
That raised his vibrations.
But it was hard to raise anything
Including his middle finger
What with the chemo
Sapping his energy.
However he still had his voice
And his penchant for spoonerisms
So he called her a
Cretentious punt
And left her in Pixie land with the pharies
While he went to live with a negative narcissist
Whose DD’s raised many things
But not necessarily his vibrations.

Dick was nice
An apostle of Dale Carnegie
He believed in winning friends
And influencing people
The world needed more Dales.
However his wife spent their money
Tarting herself up for her
Nightly trysts with the pool boy.
His kids sponged off of him
And treated him like a joke
His colleagues called him mangina
Took credit for his ideas
Passed the buck
And the blame
And Dick soon learned
That in order to survive
You had to
Spare the handshakes
And boil your rod
Cause the world sure loved an  
Angry smokin' hot Dick