Song: Channeling Joe (Smith) Or The New Messiah Poem by Dave SmithWhite

I got a blog the other day,
But it came from a different place.
It claimed to be from the son of god,
Who lived in outer space!
I heard the missive in my head,
His voice was loud and drear.
Soon, he told me, he'd be dead:
His death was sure and near.

When channeling Joe, you need to know,
Just what you're dealing with.
He could forge a tale of woe,
More epic than mere myth.

I'm channeling Joe, channeling Joe,
His passion and his fire.
I'm channeling Joe, empaneling Joe,
In a court that has no higher.

I read the message in the sky;
The patterned clouds were clear.
That I would take an age to die,
Or at least a full career!

When channeling Joe, you need to know,
Just what you're dealing with
A world of demons that come and go,
And write in monstrous glyph.

I saw that dream, writ by and by;
On every face: a leer.
A funeral scene of gilded lies,
Above my vaulted bier.
I had a premonition,
Of my suitcase full of tears.
A dark and dread suspicion,
Of some puppet master's gears.

When channeling Joe, you need to know,
Just what you're dealing with.
When channeling Joe, he might just blow,
So make sure you take the fifth!

I'm channeling Joe, channeling Joe,
Unless you call me liar.
I'm channeling Joe, channeling Joe.
Joe, the new messiah!