Standing with his ego and a firehose, shooting out wet prisms and some rainbows.

While around him bruised waves circle, seeking optimum ways the world flows.

The Knews Knows nothing chant may echo between banks.

Compassion for old fashion decorates too many tanks.

The waves one braves in seeking out the eddy and the flow

may get points in your heaven, but no luck in Kokomo.

The CultPopNet is gorged with fish, all multicolored scales.

A talking dolphin is their God. He says please don’t kill whales.

The Knews Knows many languages and signs with Janie’s apes.

He once fell in with Hubbard and has his brainwashing tapes.

His hurricane of colors sometimes threatens black and white.

But birds and bees and trees agree The Knews Knows way is right.

Outside, the constant crying of the antis and the pros

abates late night so size regenerates while helpless doze.