Come Mega As You Are
Next week should be a pulchritudinous show. A dazzling, yet delightful display as Mega Mensa comes to town with his financial adviser sniffing the heels for a return on an investment that has produced nothing more than an expensive pie in the sky. There will be much frazzle dazzle as Mike Davida tries to impress Mensa Mega with sales numbers for the end of the first quarter and first month of the second quarter. And why should anyone be the wiser? If we accelerate sales just maybe we can foil any attempts for embarrassing questions. Well, let’s not forget we are not selling cars, but we’re dealing with a Mensa. Davida is not soft soaping the saddles of the Wyoming Kid, or wiping Susie Poops. Mensa will pose a myriad of questions and won’t necessarily be concerned with back end sales, which I might add are quickly vanishing. Rather, he wants data on new orders (front end stuff) and after spending more than $800K, he will ask where the beef is. Maybe it’s time to call in the ‘BIG GUNS’ like Willard Hogbin, or Red Buttman. Maybe they need to call in Reverend Kool-Aid as they all sip and sing Kumbaya. No, I’m afraid they don’t have a BIG GUN to explain this one. In fact Davida this song is for you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vabnZ9-ex7o
Come Mega-come, as you were
As I want you to be
As a friend, Focus friend
Drink the Kool-Aid with me
Take your time, hurry up
Choice is yours, don't be late
Take a rest-Focus friend
As I know
Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria
Come doused in mind, doused in speech
As I want you to be
Reverend Ike-Focus friend
As an old
Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria
Well I swear that I don’t have a big gun
No I don’t have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Memoria, Memoria
Memoria, Memoria
Well I swear that I don’t have a big gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun
Memoria, memoria