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Art Of Control

Roll up,

Roll up, 

Come and get your good news here.

My words are what you yearn. 

They will say what you want to hear.

 

I will gain your trust,

with tales of old,

some that you can't remember.

But don't dispair.

If I don't hit a nerve,

there are plenty more to nurture.

 

I will summon you a line,

of generic circumstance.

Sibling rivalry, 

never fails.

Empowerment to enhance. 

 

Was big bro the favourate? 

Were you always in his shadow?

Didn't daddy love you?

Do you need me to save you?

 

Wait...

I hear a voice.

He tells you not to fret.

He always loved you really,

even though it was never said.

 

And should you change,

your job?

your wife?

your life of discontent?

 

You will know,

just what to do,

when the time is meant.

 

Now off home you must wander,

With the gems you have collected,

and I too must depart,

to new venues heaven selected.

 

The same sermon I will preach,

to more gullible lost souls,

who fill my cash box even higher,

and underwrite my art of control.

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