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We Won't Get Fooled Again
Eyes Wide Shut
Allow me to introduce myself
I am Bam. Bam Boozled
I come from the depths of trickery and deceipt
Making my way into your world through greed and the lust for POWER
You won't recognize me at first, as I appear to be just like you
I talk like you
Dress like you
And believe the same things as you
I hate the same people and ideas, and will fight to the end to defend your illusions
You grow to rely on me, because....Who doesn't like to be stroked?
After all, the main reason I gain such a foothold is ego
Yes, compliments go a long way towards reliance
As do poison pills for those you detest
I even grow to gain your ultimate trust
But have no doubt, dear ones: My aim is true
Once I have you in my grip, I lower the boom.
Want a favor, or a good word?
That will cost you
Assume for a moment that your children will reap the same advantages you had?
Say goodbye to the 2-way street forever!
I run the show.
I make the rules.
I decide who plays and who goes home crying
And spare me your pitiful, annoying accusations of unfair brutality
I only gave you what you asked for.
You wanted to do away with the others
You wanted it all for yourselves
Did you think it came with zero consequence?
No, my little ones---you got what you deserved
I, Bam Boozled, have served you up a big portion of humble pie,
Courtesy of my Boss, the invisible in the sky
For, under this domain, we all get what we deserve in the end.
And once that decision has been made, it is made for good
Did you not think your words and deeds would come full-fledged back on you?
Bam Boozled. The Trickster. The Fool.
All of my persona's exist to teach you a lesson
Learn it well, my friends.....
Time is short
.... For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to
his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the
baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation,
he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city,
he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less
to fear. The traitor is the plague.
"Music soothes the savage breast". And enlightens the savage soul. May we ever keep searching for perfection and remember always to love each other and to be kind.