'' You're In The Know '' Poem by Bri Mar

I saw a ghost the other day,
Be my host I heard it say,
What I love most is it loves to play,
My spirit's in full flow.

What I want it said to me,
Is to taunt and to be free,
Let me haunt so they can see,
My reputation grow.

Day and night I use my tools,
I will give fright to hunting ghouls,
To my delight they're lying fools,
Let my ghostly presence flow.

Ghost detectors are what they use,
The real protectors they abuse,
Spirit collectors do bemuse,
I see them as a foe.

A spiritual con is their disguise,
No hint of brawn within their eyes,
They are overdrawn on bloody lies,
I'll let them see a glow.

When I appear they run like Hell,
It's crystal clear they cannot tell,
Filled with fear, what's that smell,
It makes me want to throw.

It isn't funny they're on the take,
Vast sums of money is what they make,
The Easter Bunny they'd say is fake,
To boost ratings on their show.

Ghosts don't converse with bloody frauds,
It makes us terse they're all at odds,
Why not rehearse and search for Gods,
When you find one you can crow.

If you've ever seen a ghostly vision,
Remain serene ignore the derision,
Don't ever demean or face excision,
Tell the frauds,

‘' You're In The Know ‘'