The Barker wielded a stick advertise the icky ick..voice practice of this
fool..’The Auction Mississippi School’..’Step right up folks..take a chance..I sell the delusion dance..no guarentee of true or sane..just a moment for the pain..get creative with your seed..live with dream delusion breed’..twitched his mustache turned and dipped..gave all who see..delusion slip..for a moment for a day..worlds are won and lost this way..
One woman, a teacher fair..threw a question in the air..
‘What is true cost price of living if a lie precludes the giving?’..
He quickly looked with false deplore..chin finger and paced stage floor..’water real or made kills thirst..ask the bloody universe’
She answered with YingOshamee..’The failures of man’s history..one who studies wants to know..does not sell a traveling show to create deceptive lies..for personal caged harmful cries..your act could not fool a tyke..days long past gone the ‘third reich’..not a Nazi? there you say..names are names..proof in the way..a lie a lie ’till doomsday’..
Now when barker yammers ‘chance’ I see him in soiled underpants..stand in convent face of red..react to what nuns there said..take all names to the dump..this one rhymes with sewer sump’..at eighteenth hole all truth was bared..and folks who know are really scared..
Clean my mind look to the day..there a fool comes my way..Peace Tony