by William Skink

fancy bear, fancy pants
strike the crowd with pundit rants
fill them full with peachy hope
crowd control, they’ll beg for rope

help the man no average joe
help his mind on where to go
help the hunter’s nasal lift
then give that lady’s hair a sniff

fan base morale will break the team
fancy bear knows what I mean
Crowley sighs eleven times
blood begins a tie that binds

mocking makers, their wizard eyes
squint to see who brings the light
a wicked process grafts the tech
upon the contour of your neck

to reach perfection, they will say
alchemical methods rule the day
and for a future bright and blue
there’s just one thing you’ll need to do…

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