‘I have to tell you ‘bout my new Garoo,
Who tells me where to go and what to do.
He’s given me this special name
So now I’ll never be the same.
‘I’ve also got this power mantra;
partly Zen and partly Tantra.
I chant it in the early hours
To channel potent higher powers.
‘The point is it will change my life
from one of want, to one of strife:
not war as such, but necessary friction
between responses blind to contradiction.
‘And this will mean a ‘me’ that new
and that’s the purpose of my new Garoo!
If you could come and hear him speak
he’d change your life within a week.
´He hails from somewhere in the East,
past Ockendon, or Dagenham at least.
He has an ashram by Barclay’s Rainham bank
With a neat jacussi and a flotation tank.
‘What is the name of my Garoo?
More to the point, Who are you?
Do you really know yourself as well
As say, the merchandise you sell?
Or the jumbled rubbish that you speak?
Or how you’ll be this time next week?
`If these questions trouble you
You ought to meet my new Garoo.
No really, maybe there’s some hope for you –
Perhaps I’ll introduce you to my new Garoo.´
