Strange Days Indeed

by

Gary Trevose

I find it quaint, I really do,
It's definitely mad;
How these things can make me laugh,
And how it makes them sad.
The tarot-cards, the astro-lines,
The horoscopes made up;
Lines on hands and bumps on heads,
And tealeaves in a cup.
Seances and ouija boards,
And what your dreams may mean;
Spirit guides and clairvoyants
To see what can't be seen.
The vaguest words are twisted round
To make it true for them.
Sophisticated people
With a mental age of ten.
I'm sure I've missed a lot more out,
But I think you get my drift;-
Can they live accordingly
To how the stars may shift?
And yet these same wierd creatures
With minds that cannot change.
Can see a man walk out of church
And say "That guy is strange!"

NEXT?
Why don't you look at We Cannot Feel
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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