Cheap Tricks

What more is this
Than a peddlar’s menagerie?
A little hiss
Of ego to infinity?
And partial focus
Of hocus-pocus?
(With that occasional glimpse of pink
Out of my metaphysical top hat?
And now, dear child,
A rabbit for you.
Don’t let it escape
You want
To head
Feet first
To Wonderland.
For this rabbit is a bundle of string, that will unravel
At any moment along the gravel
To lead you longingly out of this life of strife,
Rife with multifarious lack of rhyme
And self-awareness so nefarious.
So, I ask you, believe in my trickery:
For with your belief it can transcend this mockery.

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