The word wizard weaves his whiley words,
And we believe the words he weaves.
Then with a silky pen and clever hands
He sets about his master plans.
To make a map; a treasure map, were he leads me to a place,
Where stores are islands and x marks the spot in advertising space.
Its time he smiles; time to begin with wand in hand he scratches chin,
With his wizard words and bikini eyes he blurs the lines between risk sin.
Then as the wizard weaves for us a sticky world of wants,
We lose ourselves our minds and eyes to the wants the wizard weaves.
He reaches me and touches me with wants I never knew existed,
He is the trinklet master my add candy man and cannot be resisted.
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