Re: PSI Seminars and what Happened to me...
Date: August 01, 2009 10:48PM
Someone emailed this to me a couple of weeks ago. For some strange reason I thought I had seen this before. This guy was really down probably more so than I was when my wife left me.
1. Written by Wayne, on 08-07-2009 21:10
PSI wore me out. I gave my all until exhaustion then was disgarded with the garbage. To heal, I wrote this Limerick.
There was a woman named Shelli,
She hit poor old Jesse in belly.
She left him for dead,
A gash in his head,
Then swiftly drove home to watch telly.
Shelli then married O’Kelley,
They went trippin’ off to the deli.
Before she was fed,
He got up and fled,
Jane’s belly then giggled like jelly.
Mackenzie is glad for the switch,
She said “Dad, she’s always a bitc*,
You’re better than that,
To take all that crap,
She’d leave you alone in the ditch.
Jane plumped to a terrible fat,
Ate cookies and drank from a vat,
Jen saying “Get thinner,
I’ll cut off your dinner,
And wrestle you down to the mat.”
Jane’s boys are a running amok,
They’re plucking fresh cherries to f***.
And Jane doesn’t care,
She says it’s all fair,
You’ll be the next PSI queen with luck.
Mark and George have plenty of gals,
they share them all with their old pals.
Brett, Carson and Tim,
Have vigor and vim,
While doing it over at Val’s.
Tom Willhite was always a king,
He wore a gold eagle as ring.
And got you to pay,
While working away,
And many a women had fling.
Tom ripped off old Alexander,
Plus William Penn Patrick yes sir,
He claimed as his own,
He charged to the bone,
And bought jewelry and velvet and fur.
Jane donated to Hilary,
If only Penn Patrick could see,
All those she would save,
He’d turn in his grave,
And make them all drink their own pee.
Bob Proctor is out on the take,
They always come up to the lake,
And shell out some more,
For Ropes Course and lore,
While knowing full well it’s a fake.
So off to the noisy barn dance,
You’re partner says you’ll wear her pants,
And just for a whim,
Although you’re a him,
Would rather sit on pile of ants.
Substandard bunkhouses to stay,
Uncomfortable beds which to lay,
Community sinks,
No privacy stinks,
Where roaches and bugs go to play.
Jane/Shirley love buying new shoes,
Plus drinking 5 bottles of booze,
While laughing at you,
Cause you’re in their zoo,
An *** they think you are to loose.
PSI World is a big money cult,
By fleecing your pockets, poor dolt,
Are you not aware?
That they do not care,
By keeping you into the folt!
If PSI really cared for the kid,
They’d place on their heads “I AM” lid,
And teach them for free,
Kids of Lake County,
To stop drug use parents that hid.
Some then go to play PLD,
As goal setting grads come to be,
To sign friends all up,
And fill up Jane’s cup,
While she goes on living for free.
Principia ground is all tents,
To beat up your body with dents,
To sleep on the grass,
With bugs up your as*,
In ranch house the chosen they wents.
The women that now run the show,
To male gonads they must go,
They mean there to harm,
The castration farm,
While squeezing them dry of their dough.
Jane said Jenna’s top on the vine,
Tom, Kevin, and Val are sublime,
But Jen will inherit,
And make you then bare it,
To make what is your now all mine.
The concept of givers that gain,
Give up to the point of pure pain,
World peace for the clime,
One mind at a time,
And for them yes the money will rain.
So that is the story of PSI,
Make all of your neighbors to cry,
To force them all in,
thus making PSI win,
While kissing your bank account bye.