It would be so easy.
Tumble to logolepsy, land gently in my soft, cushioned embrace.
Lay your mind bare, I have something to tell you. Let your skull fill with sweet wine and comfortable compliance. I will pour for you. I have such good ideas, don’t you want to listen?
Come closer, my words are confidential, exclusive, they aren’t to be heard by any ears but yours. You’re special; only you have been invited in, only me and you.
Why, when there exists something so euphoric as my song, would you want to be anything but raptly Lisztomanic? It would be so easy!
My serenade is very unlike the shanties you have heard, isn’t it? This is what I do best, after all. This is my lifeblood. Well, mine now at least.
The melody drips from my lips and runs down my chin. It’s delicious. Would you like some? I’ll spare some, just for you.
Come closer, I want to give you something. It would be so easy to steer your ships towards those rocks. At least, it used to be... So few people set sail these days.