*silver tales*
Cross my palm with silver
Grubby arthritic hand shaking
And soothsayer bribe elicits
A cryptic telling of the future
Pinpoints desires in all of us
Hints of joy and sorrow
Secret plans complete
And those things you have put off
Since before tomorrow was distant yesterday
Will be achieved just you see
To acclamation and respect
And as our society measures such
In fiscal financial rewards
The money will cascade upon you
Your dreams of riches gained
Earned and deserved
And with these goals achieve
The rounding of character and life
Which you had placed on hold
So the soothsayer says
And you leave the tent rejoicing
Pause a while in a daze at your good fortune
Hear the soothsayer with another
Telling of their future
Of what they will achieve
And of their great good fortune
Hear the words again
Only moments before delivered to your ears
Grimly set your shoulders straight
Barge through carnival crowd
Life is all a con
Success another name for fate.
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