Experience this, if you will
A slight trick of hand with skill
Should delight bring about fright
I do think it’ll be alright
Boisterously silence your voices
Reconsider altering your choices
And open wide, but do not say, “Ah”
The way those from Boston say, “Cah”
Stand up straight
My, my, my, to delegate to prostrate
Let your eyes stare
As you think I touched you there
But instead, it has been your head
A part of you that has been dead
Waiting for my purgatory to come along
And tickle your spine with a song
Radiating and gyrating about
Casting aside all shadows of doubt
While wading in a pond on a summer’s day
A gentle wave giving way
Motioning one
But not just anyone
Mistaking my sign
Rupturing what is fine
A slight trick of hand
is in high demand
I intentionally gave you life
Amid your horrid careless strife
You took me up on my offer
That was intended for a cougher
Now it is us three
Though, is it the way it was supposed to be?
I’d like to introduce you to my mind
In exchange for an action all but kind
Fascinating as it may seem
that my hand woke you from a dream