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A band of starving artists
With intergrity to accrue
Once found themselves employed
By the notorious Abram Blue

Young Abram was a trixter
Yet his heart was mainly pure
He'd hypnotize his loved ones
And erase all pain they had endured

"The problem with the practice
of hypnosis," Abram said
"Is that no one can believe it
Lest that person be brain dead."

This notion made him grimace
Til he conjured up an inkling
"Create the world around them!
Make them see what they are thinking."

He'd need a team of cunning
And outlandish, dream creators
Blue would be their master
A sort of creativeness curator

Blue, he searched far and wide
For his perfect candidates
For artists who needed sustenance
And joy from what they'd create

He came across Madeline
A modern vaudeville act
Who never made it through a show
With her clothing still intact

There was Barty Till, the strongman
Seamus Mick the painter
Daniel worked in magic
He was a cocky, chronic fainter

Liberty Weiss a songstress
Was a capable, lovely diva
With Meg & Mike's accomp'niment
She sounded great, you best believe-a

Carys rounded out the group
An artiste extraordinaire
With Blue they were a fellowship of nine
But they had no ring to bear

They set out to make millions
Enhancing the myth of hypnosis
They started helping elders
And those with a ghastly diagnosis

Then one day they were caught
By the husband of a wife
He told them he could sue them
Or perhaps he'd take a life

He gathered up the evidence
To charge them for their crimes
And off they went to People's Court
Airing 4pm, Eastern Standard time

The Blue team seen as liars
Were a media sensation
Selling magazines and air time
'Cross this proud, hypocritical nation

And so there came their fame
In a twisted, ironic form
Embrace by Hollywood elite
For being a touch off from the norm

Some found their way
Others didn't fit in
The liars took up residence
In the land of artistic sin

Then one day she came forth
She spoke out loud and plainly
"I was depressed and dying,
Twas these people who have saved me."

This filled older Abram with pride
And his charges felt it too
This lady, she felt joy
The mission of hynotist Blue

The judge threw out the case
Or perhaps he really didn't
For these are the makings of a screenplay
That has yet to be written...writ'nt