For Casarah - What the Psychic Said To Me
I bought a ticket for the lottery,
then went to see a psychic, and she said,
“The leaves remaining in your cup of tea
show the greatest future I’ve yet read!
Your ticket for the lottery I see
you need to share with somebody whose aura
is gold! I see she’s asked for bribery
in her contest, and her name’s Casarah!
Don’t hesitate to let her know that she
will share great wealth with you; she cannot lose.
It’s written in the stars. I guarantee
it, but your poem as winner she must choose!
The money from the lottery will be
used by both of you for something great.
You’ll publish books that sell successfully.
Believe in what I say. This is your fate.”
These are the words the psychic said to me.
Casarah, are you ready for your fame?
(But just in case I lose the lottery,
that psychic is the one to take the blame.)
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