THE FORTUNE TELLER
Gaze into the
crystal ball, life or death decision
(actually it’s
soapies showing on the television)
Read the tea-leaves
in the cup, sort out someone’s mess
(don’t base all
your choices on what’s written in the press)
Hear the voices in
your head, from beyond the grave
(local DJ
sermonizing, on the FM wave)
Turn the cards and
the see the world that no-one has seen
(what if you
mistake a joker for a king or queen?)
Throw the bones
upon the sand, hear the future’s call
(somebody had lamb
chops, and couldn’t eat them all)
Contemplate the
zodiac, each birth date is unique
(shit! I was
adopted and we even guessed the week!)
Drop into a trance
and talk to those who’ve gone ahead
(go to sleep and
dream of things you wish that you had said)
Read the hand and
see the untold, do you really dare?
(check the palm
each day and thank God for the lack of hair)
“Taurus rising thru
the cusp – curb regret and pity”
(I just got my
period, I’m feeling fairly shitty)
Search the heavens,
read the moon, try to get a sign
(lying helpless on
my back from necking too much wine)
Lucky number –
Seven! – wear this charm around your throat
(rabbit’s foot or
horseshoe or whatever floats your boat)
“Who can tell what
lies ahead? We learn from what is gone”
(the future can’t
be any worse than what’s past, Bring it on!
THE LAUGHING CLOWNS
Open-mouthed, with
painted smile, the clowns stand in formation,
Constantly they
shake their heads in cynical negation,
Notwithstanding
players skill the clowns will always win,
They walk free from
the courtroom and the cycle starts again.
Laughing clowns are
those who flaunt their felonies, their crimes,
The upper shelf of
criminals, who prey on modern times,
With funds to buy
their justice, loot to purchase their immunity,
And perpetrate
their horrors on a dumb, hands-tied community.
Occasionally a
player will attempt to win the prize,
But many law
upholders are corruption in disguise,
They care not for
judicial ends, nor heed Astraea’s scales,
Headstone for a
witness chiseled: Dead Men Tell No Tales.
That’s why the
clowns stand in a line, there’s safety in collusion,
If you have faith
in justice, friend, you foster an illusion,
Yes, you can play
the laughing clowns, step up, insert the balls,
The game will
triumph, right until the final gavel falls.
THE CLOWNS
See them make the
children laugh
See the painted
smile
Acting out their
pantomime
Scheming all the
while.
Everybody loves a
clown
Boys and girls
attracted
Funny noses, floppy
shoes
So easily
distracted.
Under make-up evil
lurks
Many clowns have
lied
Circus hides their
secret sins
The wickedness
inside.
The audience sees
funny suit
Pratfalls, comic
walk
They're blind to
clown's iniquity
With kids too scared
to talk.
Kids who come to see
the fun
Lured by promised
laughter
Kids who see the
REAL clown's face
Scarred for ever
after.
It's such a shame
the big top tent
A place of hope and
favour
Should be a home for
Satan's lust
For clowns to wildly
savour.
