Perfecting Magick¡
2017 Edition
I.
Your levitation is an act of fraud, John
Now pull your fucking ego down to the firm ground!
II.
Escape? don’t chicken out yet
You’ve got a way to go too long.
Here from your H-town, to the London Academy of Magicians.
Smoking train to Hogwarts.
Practice. Practice hard.
No! no drug could adulterate you that high,
plus, this is no Rugby.
John, are you even listening to me?
I can clearly see buds up your ears
you ain’t no queer emo freshman from FSU.
Get them out. And quit playing Minaj’s Monster on repeat, you fucktard.
Listen to me. Believe in magik a little.
III.
We’ll leave now. Pay our pilgrimage.
Xanthic airways to Emerald City. Departures at 1800.
No, don’t tell me you won’t come!
We’ll be flying over the twin towers
Ha! well of course you wouldn’t see them now!
you say you will?
p-l-e-a-s-e! you ain’t no magician sire.
Hey, hey calm your tits down
I was just kidding.
Why, come on, we’ll be leaving in about 2 hours.
Say what! I’ll be audience to your last magic trick here in Britain!
Alright. Finish up with this shit already.
What? Hey! don’t fuck with me!
This is just fraud.
What. You just sent me a pic
from a timer-set smartphone
of you hangin from your room’s roof!
That ain’t no magic. Just some human melodrama.
Hello..anyone there? John, text me back…
oh, OK, whatever. Ta ta to you good sire!
