He believes that saying sorry
Might save him from the Lord
Black clouds indicating
He struck the wrong chord
With the powers that reside
In neon glowing towers
He sits by the bedside
Browsing poetry as he cowers
Reflective tiles erected by
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Three wise men set you free
With the hands of Houdini
So they lie and then you smile
And everything will turn out fine
And their ethics of corruption
Are bordering on divine
Don't worry, you won't dissolve
You're not Speedy in Alka-Seltzer
You should calm your mind
Serotonine powered pills(?)