National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Thursday, 27 November 2014

The shaman that went to jail.

I am a hard working shaman with a bachelor's degree
got top marks on my learning in the university
With my newly shaman workshop and my sweat lodge that is great
I now charge for healings working nine to half past eight

If you have any problems with your health and feeling glum
I can call the spirits with the help of my skin drum
and soon they will a gather and the magic will begin
as soon as I have paid them with a glass of my sloe gin.

You need not start to worry about the contents of your tea
it is all the best ingredient's for healing naturally
There some tree bark from a willow, a dash of broken flint
from berries from a yew tree and a pinch of garden mint.
 
what you mean you're feeling woozy? Ah the spirits are now here
there is no need for the panic, no reason now to fear
They are speaking now to me and giving me a sign
they say I should call the ambulance and all will fine

There is no point for the shouting nor the threats of legal suing
I have healed many people with this path I am pursuing
I have cured a man of baldness and a lady with a cold
all made from the ingredients of bread thats gone to mould

I am a hard working shaman with a bachelor's degree
got top marks on my learning in the university
With my newly shaman workshop and my sweat lodge that is great
You can visit me in prison at the time of ten past eight.



No comments:

Post a Comment

Thanks for commenting. You lovable weirdo