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Nov 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Somebody call a cop
Make Tom Cruise and them stop
I think they’re over the top
We need to close their shop
You see I’ve figured out
They’re just another cult
Who have Hollywood clout
By going the science route

Somebody call the police
At the very least
Their madness needs to cease
And their numbers decreased
Perhaps you find it odd
That I view them a fraud
Both here and also abroad
They need to be outlawed

Somebody call a gendarme
There’s reason for alarm
They have seductive charm
For those fresh off a farm
I see the telltale signs
I’ve peep behind their blinds
And seen their Machiavellian designs
They’re trying to capture minds

Somebody call the Bullen
And that’s my final ruling
Who they think they foolin’
The ignorant need schoolin’
For those who go for hocus pocus
And  tend to lose their focus
Easily become the locus
Which they can use to yoke us

















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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     --- and Elizabeth Squires
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