What do these omnipotent eyes
belonging to the sage madam see?
Does her crystal orb ever so wise
utter words in regards to me?
She regrets her crystal ball has grown dull;
the spirits unwilling to speak.
Perhaps I’ll take the opportunity, during the lull
to expound on my future so bleak.
Each star and planet aligned and foretelling,
I’m fifty bucks lighter and that’s bull-shit I’m smelling!