You have got to be shitting me, haven’t you?!
This touchy-feely joke’s made from thin air.

Silly, dubious con known as “The Secret,”
Boosted by a dog from hell,
O-O-O-O. . .

Oprah,
Never whispers, always cheers
Her nonsense into your ears.
My, she’s tubby, too.

Griftin’ is the author of “The Secret”;
It’s a promise conners sell—
Oi-oi-oi-oil.

Oprah
Gives us grifters we can cheer
As they play upon our fear. . .
Rhonda’s* conner crew.

There is no “secret,” as explained by two:
P.T. Barnum, Mencken too.

Missin’ a shred of proof is “The Secret”. . .
Offers promise you’ll do well,
Faux-aux-aux-aux.

Bogus
Is the bullshit that you hear
From Byrne and her con-job peers—
They are shuckin’ you,
Play sucker of you. . . .


*Rhonda Byrne, author of “The Secret”