Mercury is out of Gatorade
And the sun floats in the sky
The moon stays crazy
And the stars are still little diamonds in the infinite blackness
But the Leo's have flown over the moon
And the water demons
Predict bad breath for the next month
Our earth sign is poisoned
Mans gift to her
The Aquarius women are wet
And the Scorpio's are deep and horny
You can’t lie to them
They’ve already figured you out
It’s rain all fall
The hippogriff saw his shadow
The Gemini’s will develop a third, and even a fourth
Persona
All while
The Libra scale
Tilts towards the heavier side of life
But once mercury
Replenishes her thirst
And drinks some more Gatorade
Things will go back to normal
Until they don’t
Probably
When Mars is out of candy bars
The air is coughing up smog
And fires rage in the state of Oregon
Someone get mercury her damn Gatorade!!
-C.H.
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