Cleans like bleach
Mr. Magic does
liquifies organs and minds
nice of him though,
makes decisions for others
though they claim to want control
they really want answers
results
someone to say "Hey, here's how your life will be; no questions."
Mr. Magic
a mad machine
flushes eyes out with Listerine
doesn't need trademarking
just free parking
on the roofs of other cars
cherry stars
eats them one by one with the blood of
Christ it's hot out today
Mr. Magic
mop up this heat
we need slower heart beats
our veins getting runny
he'll help though
brillant guy
class act fer- sure
just tell me this Mr. Magic:
why so sad
all the time?