More poems for the intellectuals

Ladies and gentlemen, I like to call this poem...

--THE DANGER OF CULTS--


I'm gonna try and send you a message
I'm gonna try and make it complete
And if I do, you'll worship him now
Don't ask where and when but why, who and how

They say he's the year of the drop
When Roosevelt, he deal and stop
It's sending, so just wait for the sign
As clear as air, as straight as a line

It's blue and round and probably true
I have ideas, don't listen to you
But seven is as four is to three
And as of now you'll listen to me

I'm sure that I can get you to think
Like Arnold and the last missing link
Can you see, I think that you can't
Maybe just you need that double plus plant

I'm saying 'What is five by five?'
I'm saying 'What is six by six?'
I'm saying 'Now think of a colour?'
And now I'm saying 'And now think of a number?'

The number must be between five and ten?
So think it now and and when I say WHEN
Reveal to me and don't let me down
I'll confuse you and possibly frown

But were getting closer at last
To find the guess to our small task
Remember your number and go with the flow
And go to there like the melting of snow

Okay, re-remember your number...

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Your number was seven.





hahahHAHAhahahAHAhahahahaha

It worked on me!

a good poem.