Old Mr Hubbard, went to the Cupboard
To found a new cult of his Own.
Dianetics he hollard
Will get me well Dollared
Till I find me a juicer bone.
Now Ron he had him a mission
to find a religious position
If you want to rich, he once said
Writing won't get well fed
You need to invent a religion.
He dreamed up a hell of a plan,
to explain what it was that hurt man
Engrams he said were to blame
brought to Earth in a rockety plane
"I'll rid you of them", he said "cos I can"
So Sciencefollygy was born
the potential; it gave him the horn!
Barnum said one was born every minute
Ron determined to skin it.
A decent man would rather sell Porn!
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