I Must stop reading
horoscopes
I mean really
what a bunch of bull
and yet
day in day out
I stick my nose in the paper
and
day in day out
I tell myself
don’t
and
I do
and then
I think about it all day long
ridiculous
will this happen, will it not
like I have the time and energy
to worry about what may or may not happen
I
picture
some joker, scratching their head
how can I mess with all the Taurus’s out there
and what about the Cancer’s
hmmm let’s say four is your lucky number
oh I love the kick backs from the lottos
what about Love, let’s really mess with them
let’s throw in a few words about
clandestine affairs
oh (rubbing hands together) I Love My Job
idiots
I hate their guts
who invented stupid Horrorscopes anyway
didn’t they like burn people at the stake
for this such nonsense
it’s almost like a sickness
a
disease
an addiction
and
I
am hereby swearing off
cold turkey
with turkey being the operative
I
quit
from this day on
I will never read another guess about what
is supposed to happen in My day again
that is
of course
if
I don’t hit the jackpot with my lucky number four



HA