Beating a dead horse became his specialty.
Railing against the machine his mission in life.
All he lived for was to troll as many people as he could on Twitter.
So it was surprising when he found a woman who would put up with his shenanigans.
Her secret? She bought his mama’s house and locked him inside the basement.
Catching emotions in a secret stack of tones
Heartening those who heard, and pleased the Lord
One after another, the fourth, the fifth
Reaching a crescendo in a major lift
Determined to inspire all to sing out “Hallelujah”
An homage to “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen
Windings of many strands dangle from poles made from transplanted dead trees
Incarcerated electrons forced to carry secret messages to and fro
Replying to their digital masters the information that was entrusted to them
Every part connected by the coppery web
So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you