The Boogey Man Cha Cha

“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings boogey man.
“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings he.
“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings boogey man,
as he hides inside your tv.

He hooks you into his stories
designed to delight and deceive,
that boogey man sets an invisible scheme
to implant an agenda in thee.

“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings boogey man.
“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings he.
“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings boogey man,
he unders humanity.

Boogey man crawls up power line poles
and works his way miles through wires.
Beware all his manifestations
(he hangs his ideas on spires)!

“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings boogey man.
“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings he.
“Cha cha, cha cha cha,” sings boogey man,
I hope he never gets me!

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Bombing Lybia vies with time for Japan's tragedy in the news. Programming us, televisions blare in homes across the world. Every channel has people spouting ideals. Comedies, drama, dress, and dance are mimicked by youth and adults. We run out to buy whatever they're selling. Propaganda is one boogey man out there today that is bothering me of late. The Boogey Man Cha Cha was written to be read aloud.

I posted this at the Poetry Pantry, where several other poets have linked great work. Check it out!