Zoltar Speaks
For Zoltar…
I put on my best Sunday clothes
And began my journey to get my fortune
I drove over bridges and through alleyways
To get to the amusement park
In which he resides
Earlier I visited the bank to change my twenty
To get a fresh one dollar bill
Of which his machine will consume
My adrenaline peaks as I arrive near
I’m shaking and trembling in anticipation
Of what my fortune will tell
And then I see him
seated behind the crystal ball
Protected by a pane of glass
I insert the green paper
And Zoltar comes to life
Speaking to me, wishing me well
My fortune is dispatched
I read it
It was worth the visit
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