Poetry

I Can Call Spirits

I Can Call Spirits   I can call spirits from the vasty deep. I can call virgins from the arms of Jesus. I can change piss to wine and goats to sheep. I can make dinosaurs from pekineses. I can send guardian angels off to sleep. I can create spectacular diseases. I can cause sticks to dance and stones to weep. I can turn turds to teeth and farts to cheeses. I am the King. I am the Superman, But sharper suited. Ms and Miss and Mrs Are lining up, and every one a fan Closing her dreamy eyes to…

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