It really scares me when I feel
Plasma's force ethereal
Compulsion from the spatial orb
My very being will absorb
And so I hired an exorcist
He claimed to have a different twist
He'd send a message in a sphere
Of white light that the spooks might hear
Ok, I said. But every time
You fail I get so much more slime
It's getting so I hate the tricks
Which rid this etheric matrix
Of astral crud, flotsam, and dross
One even stole my dental floss
No problem when you've got the tonic
To rid the house of things chthotonic
The spherical abyss, you see,
Responds to astral energy
Which often leaves a psychic trail
Leads us through the celestial veil
The plasma changing at each tier
(?'Scuse me while I slug this beer)
As I was saying
The plasma changing at each plane
So, if perhaps you are insane
Compulsive personality
Obsessive to absurdity
And gullible; It is an aid
In making sure that I get paid