My Werewolf-State [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

No amount of Ke-hoe repetitions from the book
Mind Power which took Mr-Hehoe-guru himself
to a schwarmy hotel, to brag about entertaining
friends in a Presidential Suite for a month (with
their ‘e tu’ Brutus crew of backstabbers about) ,
no amount of positive affirmations counteract a
pizza-effect transforming me into the scrubby
werewolf whining at the waning moon

And I don’t see any advice from Mr-Big-Hoo on
how to change into wealthy & successful - as a
werewolf, and how to invite other werewolves to
treat them in a smart hotel where even the best
is not good enough; Mr-He-Big-Bunkkum’s plan
for becoming a billionaire is a pyramid scheme:
he teaches you how to lecture and tease people
into peace and plenty, you sally forth and teach

Others and you get paid an exorbitant amount
for being a mountebank - but let me explain: the
cause of today’s backsliding into shape-changing
diet-hell was boredom - just feeling almost good
enough, nothing exciting, no passion, no fighting;
spiritual texts reveal kindness and love makes us
invulnerable, yet I experienced none of this; thus
down to Hades for a change - when good health

Returns I shall be content again; only by jumping
into the fire can I appreciate my boring miniature
worlds and use what little of my mind is left after
years of seeking wisdom, missing the life I could
have lived: repeating positive affirmations about
my being a successful business tycoon who can
listen to my double-dealing “friends” croon com-
pliments about my lovely lifestyle & invulnerable

Love; indeed - this werewolf wonders at Kehoe’s
invulnerable technique to make gullible people pay
for lectures on how to become as rich as he is, the
only thing to say is Kardashian, balderdash I mean
while I whine at the moon in my werewolf state..