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 taste my kisses,
For has there ever been, since time began,
An offer that you can’t refuse like this is?
John Whitworth
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