Rant From An Old Geezer
One day I was flipping through the TV channels
When I happened
To chance upon
Oprah
Who was interviewing this suspicious-looking fellow,
Who turned out to be some kind of “new-age” guru,
So I stopped
And I watched
As this guy rambled on.
And he had a book out (of course), which would sell by the millions
Now that Oprah had smiled on him.
Well, after a bit I started to move on to some more intellectual stuff
But I stopped,
Because Oprah asked this guy this question:
“What happens when we die?”
She asked,
As if she actually thought that he knew!
Well, I picked my jaw up off the floor while this guy spouted some nonsense,
Which I didn’t hear over the shouting in my head of the things that I wanted
to scream at Oprah,
Which was, to wit:
WHAT ARE YOU ASKING HIM FOR?!?!! HE DOESN’T KNOW!!!!
HE HASN’T DIED AND COME BACK!!!! NOBODY KNOWS!!!!
But I didn’t since, you know, she was on TV and wouldn’t have heard me.
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