Don't know shit, I'm a purohit,
I mispronounce old sanskrit koans.
Formulaic rhythm and rhymes,
Chosen to fool the chosen ones.
Abracadabra, pulling wool over eyes,
Is easy if your eyes by faith are fed.
Here for example, in a pedantic trance,
They see a blue ghost on my head.
My fees are high, in fire my feces I fry,
But the fools don't mind the smell.
They're really very dim, I hum a hymn,
Detailing a fall into hindu hell.
I mumble this and that, praise from the fat,
The podgy are as dumb as bovine dung.
In the haze of smoke and crackling fire,
The cannabis smoke gets the suckers strung.
Strategies are plain, use vain praise like rain,
In various parts of speech as spice.
The word "holy" enunciated multiple times,
Complete the heist in a trifling trice.
Snake oils easy to sell, do just tell,
And everyone's convinced I bring luck.
Pretty shiny coins, I entertain my loins,
Especially if a husband can't fuck.
I leave with a wad of cash, their assholes slashed,
But they think it's totally worth it.
I have another place to go, more rich I grow,
All I know is people are dumb shit.
