If he’s gained the reputation of fixing the unfixable, why should I care?
He works as Baggage Handler at the International Airport and it’s there
His miracles bring fame. Appliances and anything that’s electronic.
He takes home to work his special magic, get them in good nick.
I know because a mutual friend informs me that I’m acting as ghost fixer.
They all come to me. It’s on my workbench that they drink of the elixir
Of extended life. This once electrical apprentice who failed to qualify,
Can talk the talk and comes across as a most knowledgeable guy.
But as I said, ‘Why should I care?’ Especially since he pays cash on delivery.
This bogus genius, super salesman, rakes in heaps of gainful work for me
To tell him that I know what’s going on and call him mountebank would be quite rash
The glory he can have. It’s just an ego crutch. I’m more than happy with the cash.