The Uphill Descent
He dreamed of writing
Famous films for the screen
For wealth and fame, and all in between
He took courses and classes
To improve his skill
He had a little talent, and more than enough will
But with no connections
Or friends well equipped
With power or influence, to sell his script
Networking takes time
And he hated to be
A small drop of water, in a vast open sea
He needed to meet a star
Of A-list quality
So he joined the Church, of Scientology
He’d meet Tom Cruise
And show him his play,
And Tom would fast-track production that day!
Now, a fraudulent sycophant
And in his mind he did posit
That he’d move up the ladder with every deposit
And so he gave to the church
The endowment his parents left him
And with no questions asked, the church made their collections
He acted his way
Up the OT rank and the file
Knowing L Ron would be proud of this duplicitous style
From OT I
To level VII in a year
He was so close now, well past “The Clear”
After all this dedication
He one day met Mr. Cruise
And shared his script, which he knew Tom would approve
But to shock and dismay,
And in true Hollywood reversal
Tom hated the story, and refused to call Universal
The dark moment had come
For this opportunistic endeavor
Because the Church wouldn’t let him leave; “You’re with us forever!”
He’d read about people
Who tried to break out on their own
They were beaten and harassed at work and at home
So he found other members
Planning an egress, just like he
And this was the reincarnation, of the “Galactic Confederacy”
The battle was fierce
Thetan meters violently destroyed
And soldiers of Xenu, soon were deployed
The bloggers and hackers
In V for Vendetta Masks
Joined him in this foreboding task
And together they fought
Against a Church, “So they say”
Though our hero just wanted someone to make his screenplay
Without truly knowing
If his story was worth making
He really wanted fame, and fortune for taking
Like Mr. Hubbard before
And like many to come
There’s millions to be made by exploiting the “dumb”
And regret he sure did
Infiltrating this bad sci-fi dream
With intergalactic wars, as the source of why we’re mean
Oh how silly we are,
Oh the lengths we will go
To seek ultimate truth, though we’ll surely never know
For art or religion
Or to be self-actualized
Don’t follow ambition, with two blinded eyes
And L Ron’s no different
From a rabbi or priest
Taking money from peasants, to enjoy they’re own feast
Our hero barely survived
After nearly kicking the pale
Don’t join a Church, just to make a movie sale
And he returned to LA
And started anew
And just as he thought, networking blew
But his will was as strong
And his desire as extreme
To see one of his movies, up on the silver screen.
