9/11 Persuasive Speech

Let’s say you’re Harry, Frodo, Leia, or Sam,

Matthew, Mark, Luke or Han,

Or Perseus, Jason, the Tin Man,

Jesus? Kenny of South Park? Another sacrificial lamb.

You’re bored in your corner of the galaxy – Kansas,

Tatooine -- raised by Bilbo, nagged by Aunt Beru,

‘cuz your parents, they gone, they ancient history, they been embalmed.

Your mother, probably she was Bambi's Mom.

You might got some prophecy, scar on your forehead.

Cursed, perchance. Wimpy. Better off dead.

So, our brave hero, you’ll need a mentor to guide you,

someone to edify, inculcate, enlighten your mind.

I’ll teach you Jedi dice tricks, Jedi beer pong tricks,

the chicanery of Cheetos, Doritos, Dew,

how to cast spells like Force Field, Atmospheric Dry Ice,

Glowing Blue Saber (or Sword), How to Be Nice,

I’ll be with you, beside you, crit your attacks,

you levitate rocks and I’ll be chillin’ piggyback.

You want to hunt for heart, courage, brain-ing?

Now’s the time to remove your +2 Wheels of Training.

I think I’ve prepped you to accept danger unaided,

set out the door, flip down your blast shield,

take the first step unafraid-ed, so launch your path,

level up from hobbits to jawas, pixels to bloodbath,

stop at this tavern, then wear a disguise,

you’ll know thine enemy, he’s the one with red eyes.

Embark on your voyage, your crusade, your trek to a far-away earth,

middle-, high- or low-, you’ll walk and you’ll walk, lose some of that girth,

and finally arrive at your destiny, that one doom, that ironic fate,

that M. Night Shy-a-malan-ding-dong for which you can’t