Mighty fools say his name like a prayer, whilst the wise
ones say, "How I curse thee Tony Robbins,"
If happiness is what we seek, then Tony phony-baloney's speeches should make the wise ones want to dance in toxins with goblins.
Oh, Mr. Robbins, how he knows the mighty fools heed his wisdom and words like he's a god, but he knows if they knew the real him they would leave him in a tizzy.
He sits in his dressing room sipping a glass of fine wine while musing about how the mighty fools believe every falsehood he whispers into their ears with ease, as he feels the room start to spin and grow fuzzy.