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The Lobotomizer honed his dark art,
by using great patience and a cold heart.
First, he earned a fancy Masters degree,
a quite secretive, hush-hush diploma,
in psychological advertising.
Then, covertly sponsored by Henry Ford,
the Lobotomizer flew overseas,
where he became good friends with the Nazis.
Mengele offered a welcoming wing -
when it came to experimentation,
the Angel of Death, was the reigning king.
After the Allied Forces came on strong,
the Lobotomizer slipped further east,
becoming a student of the Red Beast.
The iron-curtained, cold-war, Frankenstein,
taught the Lobotomizer many tricks,
including high-frequency hypnotics,
how to travel through electrical lines,
and even surf the waves of satellites.
Yet his travels were not close to finished,
for the Lobotomizer knew no bounds,
and his appetite was insatiable.
He bounced around the globe for many years,
gaining more insightful experience.
He passed through many laboratories,
leaving behind countless horror stories;
leaving behind legions of empty minds.
Finally, in the fall of Sixty-Nine,
the Lobotomizer returned back home,
returned to the land of the brave and free,
to commence his lobotomizing spree.
By the hundreds, thousands, millions and more,
the Lobotomizer plied his ill trade,
beaming himself via optic fiber,
satellite dish, cable, and antenna,
right between the eyes of his audience,
until the nation's vast majority,
was left drooling, dull-eyed, slack-jawed and blank.
Nowadays, nearly the whole broken globe,
can feel his dark probe in the frontal lobe.
The blue light flickers off the walls at night,
as most people have given up the fight,
trading in their brains for mere empty dreams.
But the Lobotomizer isn't done,
for he pushes his trade even further,
to the final frontier of the jungles.
February 22nd, 2012