The Magic
is growing older isn’t it?
The magician put down his rabbit last tuesday
Because it was too tired to come out of the hat
It was starting to bite
And it wouldn’t eat
The fortune teller on Portabello road closed up shop
I saw his crystal ball broken on the street
The only thing he hopes to see
in a palm now is a penny
No longer a lifeline
Salem’s finest have all but gone extinct
The greatest granddaughter of Tituba
Doesn’t know why her ancestors call to her
She cannot even light a candle
Even Aphrodite in her swaths of silk and satin
Hesitates to look in the mirror these days
She hasn’t been on a date in years
And time is catching up
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