Magic

Genuine dollars from just shredded papers! Risked bloodless jumps from sky scrapers! A repeated mad stabbing of one’s bowel with a dagger, one amusedly looking back at the waiters for a stagger; All, a seeming control of Autonomous Nature, To the mightily attracted, an enough mental torture. His bamboozled face sometimes worshipfully handsome Over a barefaced holding of Nature to ransom… This, though, a piteous misconstruction of Reality, As magic remains miles away from Actuality; Just as Scheming, Ingenious Devil is from God And a gestured ‘nay’ from ‘a nod’… In theatres commercially displayed And in open squares freely replayed, Faultless jobs that are but a trick, Disparaging Laws strong like Brick; Undeserving pockets with money stashing And deceiving graceful necks garlanding… If magical powers be Satan’s invention Then one is a professing achiever of his invention, At once, his minister With clearly missions sinister. Settling for a tomorrow wearing a puncture And unthinking forfeiture of a happy future.