by Nick Gisburne
Surround yourself with those who never think
Who celebrate your boundless gift of spite
Obedience, the medicine they drink
Should fester, as a torment, out of sight
Incentivise the mystery of love
A rigidly conditional reward
A treat, a touch, a blessing from above
Delivered with a warning, with a sword
Pretend you are the way, the truth, the light
With misdirection, simple tricks and tales
Be ready with an answer, wrong or right
The true, the false, are equal on the scales
Put all these grand deceptions in a book
To catch a world of fish, just bait the hook
