THE MEDIUM

The medium chants his love potion
Burning joss sticks and paper money
Invoking the god of sex
Come making him rich in his quest

Many women assemble
In his private chamber
Every one wants to satisfy
The lusts running in her lives

Money rings in the till box
A sound so erotic he smile
Of things he needs to do
When he gets his cash

Women of means
They come they are tricked
Believing casting spells
Of good fortunes or bad luck
They have to satisfy the medium
To get rid of their impurities
So they thought they needed it

The medium prays
The god of sex invokes his grace
Many greedy women arrive
Losing cash and their dignity
Yet they never know
They think they are blessed

One day the medium on the run
He has collected his cash and his lusts
Leaving the women bewildered
Seeing the empty house
Of broken promises
Of life needs to change