Amazing Therapy, how sweet the sound,
That saved a pick-up artist like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see: it’s Mom’s fault.

T’was Therapy that taught my heart to blame.
And Therapy, my responsibility relieved.
How precious did that Therapy appear
The hour I first believed: it’s Mom’s fault.

Through many dangers, STIs and pregnancy scares
I have already come;
The Game hath made me stinking rich, it’s true;
but the money needs laundering, by you.

Oh can’t you see
—tee, hee, hee—
that The Truth shall set me free, free,
from responsibility.

—Neil Strauss, bestselling author of The Game and The Truth