GENIEOLOGY

I live in a world

Of Gods and Demons,

Spirits and Kings.

If you choose

Not to believe in them,

Stay out of my world,

Where they are real,

Or you are in trouble.

I live in a world

With a Code of Law

Any fool can understand.

We need no councilors on retainer.

I live in a world

Of Ritual and Correspondence,

Where the PBX of the Cosmos

Makes connections

Your shrink would write a monograph about,

If he had any imagination,

And we were so kind

As to unplug him.

I live in a world

I can live in,

Which is probably more

Than you could say

About your world.

Certain folk do not yield gracefully

to my instruction.

They thereby incur penalties.

This is sheer, simple fact.

I am meticulous in regard to rewards

And penalties, I assure you.

I usually take the rewards myself,

Others must make do with the punishment,

But no matter.

Is not the cosmos a more vital

And adventurous place for my presence?

Doth my sweet booty not grace thy life?

Behold, I have risen.

God sends you annointment.

Don't miss your appointment.

I cannot emphasize strongly enough

That your opinion of me

Is none of my God-Damned business,

And that my personal, high-octane point of view

Would probably not be therapeutically indicated

In your sad case,

Given what the "Bleeding Heart Liberals" consider

My lamentable proclivity

To give breath

To scurrilous conjecture.

But, this once, only,

Oh Dickless and Unhip One,

I shall condescend to explanation.

YOUR SICKENING PERFECTION 

WILL LEAD YOU TO A TERRIBLE STOMPING

AT THE HANDS

OF A MARKED INFERIOR,

BUT NOTHING THAT YOU DO NOT

RICHLY DESERVE.

NOTHING FURTHERS.

ALL IN ALL,

A LONG AND BAD TIME IS AT HAND,

BUT YOU SHOULD NOT REQUIRE

THE COUNSEL OF THE STARS

TO ACHIEVE THIS REALIZATION