The ad promised great things.
All he had to do was fill out the intention
to join form and mail it.
Our little cult promises:
1. Wings at maturity with a
2. Chance to rule your own kingdom
Must enjoy a subterranean work environment
Families—working together
Bound by a loyalty guarantee
To enjoy pulverizing and pillage
For your off hour’s entertainment and sport
With no adverse consequences
His pride led him into the cult
He had the power of God in his hands
He was happy to join until—
He realized he had become one of them.
There was no escape from the cult of the termites.
