Banned Cultural Appreciation Time: The Saga of Bob Thiel

 

BANNED CULTURAL APPRECIATION TIME! 

A POEM READING BY TONTO! 

In Arroyo Grande, a prophet appears,

Bobby Thiel, with dubious cheers.

A phony sage, in religious guise,

With potions and herbs, he peddles his lies.

A hundred followers, all Caucasian and meek,

In his mystical garden, where delusions peak.

He claims divine visions, a charlatan's play,

In the land of sunshine, where shadows betray.

Oh, Bobby Thiel, the preacher so sly,

Selling Christian voodoo, oh my, oh my!

His potions and herbs, a dubious blend,

To cure your ills, or so they pretend.

In the heart of California, he weaves his spell,

A prophet with a story, too absurd to tell.

His white-clad flock, like sheep in the pen,

Following blindly, again and again.

"Buy my elixirs," he declares with zeal,

Promising miracles, a snake oil ordeal.

With a wink and a grin, he counts his gold,

As the gullible masses, in ignorance, hold.

Bobby Thiel, the master of disguise,

In Arroyo Grande, where skepticism dies.

A satire of faith, a parody profound,

In the circus of belief, he wears the crown.

So here's to Bobby, the prophet bizarre,

With his potions and voodoo, a spectacle so far.

A hundred followers, lost in the haze,

In the land of sunshine, where reason decays.