For Cancer and for Leo,
Things are going great,
For the Libra and the Virgo,
You're feeling second rate.

The planets are aligning
To tell us our prospectives,
And depending how you read 'em
You'll get different perspectives.

But it's always told in riddles,
And sometimes mystical rhyme
So confusing just to look at
You have to read them several times.

For some they're just rubbish,
A load of phsychic rot,
Telling you made-up fantasies
And useful? Not a jot.

Others take them seriously,
Screaming "How can it be?"
When the sun's in Taurus sector,
Or approaching Mercury.

They're in our daily news
And in the magazines too.
They look like garbage to me
Do they make sense to you?

The End

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